Transcript
Aaron Mahnke (0:01)
Hey folks, Aaron here. I'm thrilled to bring to your ears a bonus episode from my newest audiobook, Cabinets of Curiosities. This audiobook isn't just a treasure trove of stories from the podcast, though, which many of you have enjoyed, but it also includes new tales never before shared. Plus, the audiobook also features an exclusive series of conversations between me and fellow history podcaster and author Dana Schwartz from the show Noble Blood. In our conversations, we dive deep into the process of researching and crafting these stories, share our own personal perspectives on storytelling, and discuss why certain stories from the Cabinet of Curiosities stand out to us. To whet your appetite for the full audiobook experience, I'm pleased to share a preview of one of the stories along with a bit of our behind the scenes discussion right now, so kick back and enjoy.
Narrator (0:59)
Pony Up. Its legacy is as American as baseball and apple pie. Its riders were fast, famous and fearless. It has been the subject of over a dozen films and television shows, and it became the foundation of one of the largest banks in the world. When it came to speed and reliability in the 1860s, you couldn't beat the Pony Express. As California began to boom from the Gold Rush, business owners and settlers needed a faster way to communicate with folks farther east. At the time, letters and packages took roughly 25 days to travel by stagecoach, even longer if going by ship. The Pony Express more than halved that time, with an average delivery window of about 10 days. Not everyone used the Pony Express, though. It was really expensive for the average person to send a letter at $5 per half ounce of mail, the service was primarily used as a delivery method for newspapers, business correspondents, and government bulletins. Gold Rush hopefuls just couldn't afford the speedy service, and speedy it was. Ten days may have been the average time it took to deliver a letter, but it certainly wasn't the fastest. That record belonged to Robert Haslam. He earned the nickname Pony Bob for a very good reason. He was responsible for the fastest delivery in Pony Express history. Bob had come to the United States from England as a teenager just as the Pony Express was getting up and running. He'd gotten his start by building depot stations, but was soon given a route of his own from Lake Tahoe to buckland Station, a 75 mile stretch of Nevada Territory all his own. In May of 1860. With his deliveries in tow, Bob traveled on horseback from San Francisco to Buckland Station, where he got a taste of a growing war. Not the Civil War, mind you, but one that must have seemed equally as terrifying. The Pyramid Lake Indian war had found its way to Buckland Station in a bad way. The relief rider who was supposed to carry Bob's mail east to Smith's Creek was too scared to ride due to the growing Native American threat. Bob couldn't let the letters he'd been carrying go undelivered. He had a decision to make and quick or his trip would have been for nothing. So he mounted up and kept going. 190 miles on horseback in just under nine hours without rest. And he made it. Bob slept all night before traveling back to Buckland Station the next day. Once he reached the depot at Cold Springs, he noticed the war had finally arrived. The station keeper had been killed and everything inside had been taken. There was no time to stop. The longer he lingered, the more danger he was putting himself in. So he just kept going. 380 miles later, Ponybob had done it. He'd completed the longest round trip on record for the Pony Express in less than two days. Bob Haslem rode for the Pony Express for months following his record breaking journey. But the most important ride of his life was still yet to come. In April of 1861, a very special delivery had to get from Fort Kearney in the Nebraska Territory all the way to Placerville, California. If it didn't make it, the fate of the entire country might be at risk. And only one rider was fit to carry such precious cargo. Pony Bob himself. He picked up the bundle, tucked it into his saddlebag and rode for 120 miles. His route took him through Paiute Indian territory, and as he traveled, he encountered a handful of braves who didn't take kindly to him trespassing on their land. One of their arrows found its way into his arm, while another flew straight into his jaw, knocking out several of his teeth. The attack didn't deter him though, and his horse galloped faster until they were out of danger.
