tion of the police amid the hooting and howling of
the rabble. All wanted to give up the rest of the meetings, but Miss
Anthony declared they had a right to speak and it was the business of
the authorities to protect them, and persisted in finishing the series
as advertised. On Sunday the only place where they were allowed to hold
services was in Zion's colored church. The house was filled, morning
and evening, and they were left in peace.

At Port Byron the meeting was broken up by the throwing of cayenne
pepper on the stove. When the speakers reached Utica, where Mechanics'
Hall had been engaged, they learned that the board of directors had met
and decided it should not be used, in direct violation of the contract
with Miss Anthony, who had spent $60 on the meeting. They found the
doors locked and a large crowd on the outside. The mayor was among them
and begged her not to attempt to hold a meeting. In reply she demanded
that the doors be opened. He refused but offered to escort her to a
place of safety. She answered: "I am not afraid. It is you who are the
coward. If you have the power to protect me in person, you have also
the power to protect me in the right of free speech. I scorn your
assistance." She declined his proffered arm, but he persisted in
escorting her through the mob. As no hall could be had they held their
meeting at the residence of her host, James C. DeLong, and formed an
anti-slavery organization. The instigator of the opposition in Utica
was ex-Governor Horatio Seymour. Of the meeting at Rome, Miss Anthony
wrote:

Last evening there was a furious organized mob. I stood at the foot
of the stairs to take the admission fee. Some thirty or forty had
properly paid and passed up when a great uproar in the street told
of times coming. It proved to be a closely packed gang of forty or
fifty rowdies, who stamped and yelled and never halted for me. I
said, "Ten cents, sir," to the leader, but he brushed me aside, big
cloak, furs and all, as if I had been a mosquito, and cried, "Come
on, boys!" They rushed to the platform, where were Foster and
Powell who had not yet commenced speaking, seated themselves at the
table, drew out packs of cards, sang the Star-Spangled Banner and
hurrahed and hooted. After some thirty or forty minutes, Mr. Foster
and Aaron came down and I accompanied them back to Stanwix Hotel,
where the gang made desperate efforts to get thro