mainder of the winter's engagements. So she accepted Mr.
May's offer and at his request planned a route and arranged meetings
for a number of speakers. Stephen S. Foster wrote, "I shall give myself
entirely into your power, only stipulating for the liberty of speech."

[Autograph: Stephen S. Foster]

Miss Anthony started with Mrs. Gage January 4, 1856. As many of their
meetings were off the railroad, there was a hard siege ahead of them.
The diary says: "January 8: Terribly cold and windy; only a dozen
people in the hall; had a social chat with them and returned to our
hotel. Lost more here at Dansville than we gained at Mount Morris. So
goes the world.... January 9: Mercury 12 deg. below zero but we took a
sleigh for Nunda. Trains all blocked by snow and no mail for several
days, yet we had a full house and good meeting." Extracts from one or
two letters written home will give some idea of this perilous journey:

HALL'S CORNERS, January 11, 8-1/2 o'clock.

Just emerged from a long line of snowdrifts and stepped at this
little country tavern, supped and am now roasting over a hot stove.
Oh, oh, what an experience! No trains running and we have had a
thirty-six mile ride in a sleigh. Once we seemed lost in a drift
full fifteen feet deep. The driver went on ahead to a house, and
there we sat shivering. When he returned we found he had gone over
a fence into a field, so we had to dismount and plough through the
snow after the sleigh; then we reseated ourselves, but oh, the poor
horses!...

WENDTE'S STATION, January 14, 12-1/2 o'clock P. M.

Well, well, good folks at home, these surely are the times that try
women's souls. After writing you last, the snows fell and the winds
blew and the cars failed to go and come at their appointed hours.
We could have reached Warsaw if the omnibus had had the energy to
come for us. The train, however, got no farther than Warsaw, where
it stuck in a snowdrift eleven feet deep and a hundred long, but we
might have kept that engagement at least. Friday morning we went to
the station; no trains and no hope of any, but a man said he could
get us to Attica in time for an evening meeting, so we agreed to
pay him $5. He had a noble pair of greys and we floundered through
the deepest snowbanks I ever saw, but at 7 o'clock were still
fourteen miles from Attica.

We stopped at a little tavern where