The Gold Rush and the Pony Express made Sacramento a substantial place in terms of enterprise.

My sin as a painter is that I just want to paint anything I want to paint - and repaint.

We know we have to win the gold. We don't have anything else on our minds.

Excitement was plentiful during my two years' service as a Pony Express rider.

If we don't win the gold I will probably get blamed. But then I have been blamed for things all my life.

There’s a land—oh, it beckons and beckons,
And I want to go back—and I will.