. That made me mad and
thoroughly disgusted with the job. On returning to Denver I again called
on Superintendent Rummels and told him that I had enough of the Pullman
service, and would rather go back to the cattle and the range.
Superintendent Rummels tried to persuade me to stay with it saying I had
done all right, and would improve with experience but I was thoroughly
disgusted and wanted no more of it, so I turned in my keys, got my
uniform and walked out. So again I was without a job.

After going around Denver for several days, it struck me that there was
money to be made selling fruit, vegetables, honey and chickens around
the town. Accordingly I purchased a horse and wagon and an assorted
stock and started out on my new vocation. This proved profitable from
the start and I made good money which caused me to stay with it for
nearly a year, when my natural restfulness caused me to become
discontented and to yearn for more excitement and something a little
faster so I disposed of my stock, horse and wagon, and started out to
look for something else to do, but that something else was about as hard
to find as the proverbial needle in the straw stack, at that particular
time. Whether it was fate or the talk of the other porters whom I met I
finally concluded to give the Pullman service another try. Accordingly I
called on Mr. J. M. Smith who was now district superintendent of the
Pullman service and asked him for a job. He asked me if I had been in
the company's service before and I told him yes. He asked me how long
and I told him one trip, and I told him why I quit, and that the tips
were too slow for me. He asked me if I thought it was any better now,
and I said I did not know whether it was any better or not but that I
thought I could do better.

He told me the whole secret of success was in pleasing all my
passengers. I told him I thought it was all right about pleasing two or
three passengers but when it came to pleasing a whole car full of
passengers, that was another matter. He said to try anyway. He than
assigned me to a car running on the narrow gauge line between Denver and
Alamosa, Creed and Durango. This was the real beginning of my Pullman
service.

I ran on the Colorado roads under Superintendent Smith for a number of
years and always found him courteous and obliging, always ready and
willing to help us with advice and counsel, but what proved a mystery to
me for a long time was how the superintende