mes. Her audience was small but appreciative, and the Mercury, edited
by J.J. Owen, said: "After all the mean notices by certain of the daily
papers in San Francisco, her hearers were astonished at the masterly
character of her address. She held her audience delighted for an hour
and forty minutes." From here she went to the Geysers, riding on the
front seat with driver Foss, and she says in her diary: "On the way out
he explained to me the philosophy of fast driving down the steep
mountain sides; and on the way back he unfolded to me the sad story of
his life."

Miss Anthony spoke at a number of small towns but it did not seem
advisable for her to try again in San Francisco, so she devoted herself
to contributing in every possible way to the success of Mrs. Stanton's
lectures. On August 22 the latter completed her tour and left for the
East, but Miss Anthony decided to accept the numerous calls to go up
into Oregon and Washington Territory. She went to Oakland for a brief
visit with Mrs. Randall, the Mary Perkins who used to teach in her
childhood's home more than thirty years before, and her diary says:
"They are glad to see me and we have enjoyed talking over old times.
They are wholly oblivious to our reform agitation and I am glad to get
out of it for a while." But a few days later she called on the Curtis
family, who were interested in reforms, and wrote: "I got back into my
own world again and the springs of thought and conversation were
quickly loosened. It is marvelous how far apart the two worlds are."
She started on the ship Idaho for Portland, August 25. The sea was very
rough, they were seven days making the trip and, judging from the
almost illegible entries in the diary, it was not a pleasant one:

1st day.--I feel forlorn enough thus left alone on the ocean but I
am in for it and bound to go through.... Before 6 o'clock my time
came and old ocean received my first contribution.

2d day.--Strong gale and rough sea. Tried to dress--no use--back to
my berth and there I lay all day. Everybody groaning, babies
crying, mothers scolding, the men making quite as much fuss as the
women.

3d day.--Tried to get up but in vain. In the afternoon staggered up
on deck--men stretched out on all sides looking as wretched as I
felt--glad to get back to bed. Captain sent some frizzled ham and
hard tack, with his compliments. Sea growing heavier all the time.

4th day.--T