, and there is no poetry in their lives." She was not given
to complaining but again she writes:

It is enough to exhaust the patience of Job, the slip-shod way in
which telegraph, express and postoffices are managed here. It is
almost impossible to arrange for halls or to get literature
delivered at the point where it is sent. We speak in school houses,
barns, sawmills, log cabins with boards for seats and lanterns hung
around for lights, but people come twenty miles to hear us. The
opposition follow close upon our track, but they make converts for
us. The fact is that most of them are notoriously wanting in right
action toward women. Their objections are as low and scurrilous as
they used to be in the East fifteen or twenty years ago. There is a
perfect greed for our tracts, and the friends say they do more
missionary work than we ourselves. If our suffrage advocates only
would go into the new settlements at the very beginning, they could
mould public sentiment, but they wait until the comforts of life
are attainable and then find the ground occupied by the enemy.

Of course they were guests in some beautiful homes, free from all
discomforts, but these were the exceptions. A striking instance of the
first reception usually accorded the two ladies is given by Mrs.
Starrett, in her Kansas chapter in the History of Woman Suffrage:

All were prepared beforehand to do Mrs. Stanton homage for her
talents and fame, but many persons who had formed their ideas of
Miss Anthony from the unfriendly remarks in opposition papers had
conceived a prejudice against her. Perhaps I can not better
illustrate how she everywhere overcame and dispelled this prejudice
than by relating my own experience. A convention was called at
Lawrence, and the friends of woman suffrage were asked to entertain
strangers who might come from abroad. Ex-Governor Robinson asked me
to entertain Mrs. Stanton. We had all things in readiness when I
received a note stating that she had found relatives in town with
whom she would stop, and Miss Anthony would come instead. I hastily
put on bonnet and shawl, saying, "I won't have her and I am going
to tell Governor Robinson so."

At the gate I met a dignified Quaker-looking lady with a small
satchel and a black and white shawl on her arm. Offering her hand
she said, "I am Miss Anthony, and I