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                                  Gothenburg is a small pretty little town
                                  about fifty miles east of North Platte, 
                                  Nebraska.


                                  The folks here take pride in showing off
                                  the tiny way station that was used by many
                                  a Pony Express riders during the years 
                                  1860-61.


                                  Delivering the mail in those parts at that
                                  time was considered to be highly risky.
                                  In fact, one advertisement read...


                                  "Wanted, young, skinny, wiry fellows not
                                  over 18. Must be expert riders willing to 
                                  risk death daily. Orphans preferred."


                                  While at the station, my wife bought me 
                                  a little money pouch. On the outside are 
                                  stamped these words..."My husband's
                                  allowance."  Hmmm, I wonder if she's
                                  trying to tell me something.


                                  (The above artical is one of a series of articles
                                      we wrote while taking what became known
                                      to our family in 1977 as our Great Western 
                                      Trek, as we travelled from Maryland to Utah.)