by
saying: "I declare to you that woman must not depend upon the
protection of man, but must be taught to protect herself, and there I
take my stand."

The next morning, however, she was denounced by the city papers as
having vindicated the murder and justified the life which Mrs. Fair had
led! Those who had not heard the lecture believed these reports, and
other papers in the State took up the cry. Even the press of New York
and other eastern cities joined in the chorus, but the latter was much
more severe on Mrs. Stanton, who in newspaper interviews did not
hesitate to declare her sympathy for Mrs. Fair; and yet for some
reason, perhaps because Miss Anthony had dared refer boldly to crime in
high places in San Francisco, the batteries there were turned wholly
upon her. In her diary she says: "Never in all my hard experience have
I been under such fire." So terrific was the onslaught that no one
could come to her rescue with a public explanation or defense. Miss
Anthony had cut San Francisco in a sore spot and it did not propose to
give her another chance to use the scalpel. She attempted to speak in
adjacent towns but her journal says: "The shadow of the newspapers hung
over me." At length she resolved to cancel all her lecture engagements
and wait quietly until the storm passed over and the public mind grew
calm. She writes in her diary, a week later: "Some friends called but
the clouds over me are so heavy I could not greet them as I would have
liked. I never before was so cut down." She tells the story to her
sister Mary, who replies:

I am so sorry for you. It will spoil your pleasure, and then I
think of that load of debt which you hoped to lighten, yet I should
have felt ashamed of you if you had failed to say a word in behalf
of that wretched woman. I am sick of one-sided justice; for the
same crime, men glorified and women gibbeted. If your words for
Mrs. Fair have made your trip a failure, so let it be--it is no
disgrace to you. It is scandalous the way the papers talk of you,
but stick to what you feel to be right and let the world wag.

On July 22, Miss Anthony and Mrs. Stanton started for the Yosemite
Valley, a harder trip in those days even than now. It is best described
in her own words:

Mrs. Stanton, writing to The Revolution, and S.B.A., scribbling
home, are thirty miles out of the wonderful valley of the
Yosemite.... We shall have compassed the Calaver