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hundred and fifty miles was called a 〃division。〃 He purchased horses；
mules harness； and food for men and beasts； and distributed these things
among his stage stations； from time to time； according to his judgment of
what each station needed。 He erected station buildings and dug wells。
He attended to the paying of the station…keepers； hostlers； drivers and
blacksmiths； and discharged them whenever he chose。 He was a very； very
great man in his 〃division〃a kind of Grand Mogul； a Sultan of the
Indies； in whose presence common men were modest of speech and manner；
and in the glare of whose greatness even the dazzling stage…driver
dwindled to a penny dip。 There were about eight of these kings； all
told； on the overland route。
Next in rank and importance to the division…agent came the 〃conductor。〃
His beat was the same length as the agent'stwo hundred and fifty miles。
He sat with the driver； and （when necessary） rode that fearful distance；
night and day； without other rest or sleep than what he could get perched
thus on top of the flying vehicle。 Think of it！ He had absolute charge
of the mails； express matter； passengers and stage； coach； until he
delivered them to the next conductor； and got his receipt for them。
Consequently he had to be a man of intelligence； decision and
considerable executive ability。 He was usually a quiet； pleasant man；
who attended closely to his duties； and was a good deal of a gentleman。
It was not absolutely necessary that the division…agent should be a
gentleman； and occasionally he wasn't。 But he was always a general in
administrative ability； and a bull…dog in courage and determination
otherwise the chieftainship over the lawless underlings of the overland
service would never in any instance have been to him anything but an
equivalent for a month of insolence and distress and a bullet and a
coffin at the end of it。 There were about sixteen or eighteen conductors
on the overland； for there was a daily stage each way； and a conductor on
every stage。
Next in real and official rank and importance； after the conductor； came
my delight； the drivernext in real but not in apparent importancefor
we have seen that in the eyes of the common herd the driver was to the
conductor as an admiral is to the captain of the flag…ship。 The driver's
beat was pretty long； and his sleeping…time at the stations pretty short；
sometimes； and so； but for the grandeur of his position his would have
been a sorry life； as well as a hard and a wearing one。 We took a new
driver every day or every night （for they drove backward and forward over
the same piece of road all the time）； and therefore we never got as well
acquainted with them as we did with the conductors； and besides； they
would have been above being familiar with such rubbish as passengers；
anyhow； as a general thing。 Still； we were always eager to get a sight
of each and every new driver as soon as the watch changed； for each and
every day we were either anxious to get rid of an unpleasant one； or
loath to part with a driver we had learned to like and had come to be
sociable and friendly with。 And so the first question we asked the
conductor whenever we got to where we were to exchange drivers； was
always； 〃Which is him？〃 The grammar was faulty； maybe； but we could not
know； then； that it would go into a book some day。 As long as everything
went smoothly； the overland driver was well enough situated； but if a
fellow driver got sick suddenly it made trouble； for the coach must go
on； and so the potentate who was about to climb down and take a luxurious
rest after his long night's siege in the midst of wind and rain and
darkness； had to stay where he was and do the sick man's work。 Once； in
the Rocky Mountains； when I found a driver sound asleep on the box； and
the mules going at the usual break…neck pace； the conductor said never
mind him； there was no danger； and he was doing double dutyhad driven
seventy…five miles on one coach； and was now going back over it on this
without rest or sleep。 A hundred and fifty miles of holding back of six
vindictive mules and keeping them from climbing the trees！ It sounds
incredible； but I remember the statement well enough。
The station…keepers； hostlers； etc。； were low； rough characters； as
already described； and from western Nebraska to Nevada a considerable
sprinkling of them might be fairly set down as outlawsfugitives from
justice； criminals whose best security was a section of country which was
without law and without even the pretence of it。 When the 〃division…
agent〃 issued an order to one of these parties he did it with the full
understanding that he might have to enforce it with a navy six…shooter；
and so he always went 〃fixed〃 to make things go along smoothly。
Now and then a division…agent was really obliged to shoot a hostler
through the head to teach him some simple matter that he could have
taught him with a club if his circumstances and surroundings had been
different。 But they were snappy； able men； those division…agents； and
when they tried to teach a subordinate anything； that subordinate
generally 〃got it through his head。〃
A great portion of this vast machinerythese hundreds of men and
coaches； and thousands of mules and horseswas in the hands of Mr。 Ben
Holliday。 All the western half of the business was in his hands。 This
reminds me of an incident of Palestine travel which is pertinent here； so
I will transfer it just in the language in which I find it set down in my
Holy Land note…book：
No doubt everybody has heard of Ben Hollidaya man of prodigious
energy； who used to send mails and passengers flying across the
continent in his overland stage…coaches like a very whirlwindtwo
thousand long miles in fifteen days and a half； by the watch！ But
this fragment of history is not about Ben Holliday； but about a
young New York boy by the name of Jack； who traveled with our small
party of pilgrims in the Holy Land （and who had traveled to
California in Mr。 Holliday's overland coaches three years before；
and had by no means forgotten it or lost his gushing admiration of
Mr。 H。） Aged nineteen。 Jack was a good boya good…hearted and
always well…meaning boy； who had been reared in the city of New
York； and although he was bright and knew a great many useful
things； his Scriptural education had been a good deal neglectedto
such a degree； indeed； that all Holy Land history was fresh and new
to him； and all Bible names mysteries that had never disturbed his
virgin ear。
Also in our party was an elderly pilgrim who was the reverse of
Jack； in that he was learned in the Scriptures and an enthusiast
concerning them。 He was our encyclopedia； and we were never tired
of listening to his speeches； nor he of making them。 He never
passed a celebrated locality； from Bashan to Bethlehem； without
illuminating it with an oration。 One day； when camped near the
ruins of Jericho； he burst forth with something like this：
〃Jack； do you see that range of mountains over