t them out. I
recall with special clearness one ride from Hill City to Custer City. It
was only a matter of thirty miles, but it was thoroughly exhausting; and
after our meeting that same night we had to drive forty miles farther
over the mountains to get the early morning train from Buffalo Gap.
The trail from Custer City to Buffalo Gap was the one the animals had
originally made in their journeys over the pass, and the drive in
that wild region, throughout a cold, piercing October night, was an
unforgetable experience. Our host at Custer City lent Miss Anthony his
big buffalo overcoat, and his wife lent hers to me. They also heated
blocks of wood for our feet, and with these protections we started. A
full moon hung in the sky. The trees were covered with hoar-frost, and
the cold, still air seemed to sparkle in the brilliant light. Again Miss
Anthony talked to me throughout the night--of the work, always of the
work, and of what it would mean to the women who followed us; and again
she fired my soul with the flame that burned so steadily in her own.

It was daylight when we reached the little station at Buffalo Gap where
we were to take the train. This was not due, however, for half an hour,
and even then it did not come. The station was only large enough to hold
the stove, the ticket-office, and the inevitable cuspidor. There was
barely room in which to walk between these and the wall. Miss Anthony
sat down on the floor. I had a few raisins in my bag, and we divided
them for breakfast. An hour passed, and another, and still the train
did not come. Miss Anthony, her back braced against the wall, buried her
face in her hands and dropped into a peaceful abyss of slumber, while I
walked restlessly up and down the platform. The train arrived four hours
late, and when eventually we had reached our destination we learned
that the ministers of the town had persuaded the women to give up the
suffrage meeting scheduled for that night, as it was Sunday.

This disappointment, following our all-day and all-night drive to keep
our appointment, aroused Miss Anthony's fighting spirit. She sent me out
to rent the theater for the evening, and to have some hand-bills printed
and distributed, announcing that we would speak. At three o'clock she
made the concession to her seventy years of lying down for an hour's
rest. I was young and vigorous, so I trotted around town to get
somebody to preside, somebody to introduce us, somebody to take