order　that　those　both　inside　and　outside　might　hear
  her。　　To　elevate　her　above　her　audience；　she　was
  given　an　empty　dry…goods　box　to　stand　on。
  This　makeshift　platform　was　not　large；　and　men；
  women；　and　children　were　seated　on　the　ground
  around　it；　pressing　up　against　it；　as　close　to　the
  speaker　as　they　could　get。　　Directly　in　front　of　Miss
  Anthony　sat　a　woman　with　a　child　about　two　years
  olda　little　boy；　and　this　infant；　like　every　one　else
  in　the　packed　throng；　was　dripping　with　perspiration
  and　suffering　acutely　under　the　blazing　sun。　　Every
  woman　present　seemed　to　have　brought　children　with
  her；　doubtless　because　she　could　not　leave　them
  alone　at　home；　and　babies　were　crying　and　fretting
  on　all　sides。　　The　infant　nearest　Miss　Anthony　fretted
  most　strenuously；　he　was　a　sturdy　little　fellow　with
  a　fine　pair　of　lungs；　and　he　made　it　very　difficult　for
  her　to　lift　her　voice　above　his　dismal　clamor。　　Sud…
  denly；　however；　he　discovered　her　feet　on　the　dry…
  goods　box；　about　on　a　level　with　his　head。　　They
  were　clad　in　black　stockings　and　low　shoes；　they
  moved　about　oddly；　they　fascinated　him。　　With　a
  yelp　of　interest　he　grabbed　for　them　and　began
  pinching　them　to　see　what　they　were。　　His　howls
  ceased；　he　was　happy。
  Miss　Anthony　was　not。　　But　it　was　a　great　relief
  to　have　the　child　quiet；　so　she　bore　the　infliction　of
  the　pinching　as　long　as　she　could。　　When　endurance
  had　found　its　limit　she　slipped　back　out　of　reach；
  and　as　his　new　plaything　receded　the　boy　uttered
  shrieks　of　disapproval。　　There　was　only　one　way　to
  stop　his　noise；　Miss　Anthony　brought　her　feet　for…
  ward　again；　and　he　resumed　the　pinching　of　her
  ankles；　while　his　yelps　subsided　to　contented　mur…
  murs。　　The　performance　was　repeated　half　a　dozen
  times。　　Each　time　the　ankles　retreated　the　baby
  yelled。　　Finally；　for　once　at　the　end　of　her　patience；
  ‘‘Aunt　Susan''　leaned　forward　and　addressed　the
  mother；　whose　facial　expression　throughout　had
  shown　a　complete　mental　detachment　from　the　situa…
  tion。
  ‘‘I　think　your　little　boy　is　hot　and　thirsty；''　she
  said；　gently。　　‘‘If　you　would　take　him　out　of　the
  crowd　and　give　him　a　drink　of　water　and　unfasten
  his　clothes；　I　am　sure　he　would　be　more　comfortable。''
  Before　she　had　finished　speaking　the　woman　had
  sprung　to　her　feet　and　was　facing　her　with　fierce
  indignation。
  ‘‘This　is　the　first　time　I　have　ever　been　insulted
  as　a　mother；''　she　cried；　‘‘and　by　an　old　maid　at
  that！''　　Then　she　grasped　the　infant　and　left　the
  scene；　amid　great　confusion。　　The　majority　of　those
  in　the　audience　seemed　to　sympathize　with　her。
  They　had　not　seen　the　episode　of　the　feet；　and　they
  thought　Miss　Anthony　was　complaining　of　the　child's
  crying。　　Their　children　were　crying；　too；　and　they
  felt　that　they　had　all　been　criticized。　　Other　women
  rose　and　followed　the　irate　mother；　and　many　men
  gallantly　followed　them。　　It　seemed　clear　that
  motherhood　had　been　outraged。
  Miss　Anthony　was　greatly　depressed　by　the　epi…
  sode；　and　she　was　not　comforted　by　a　prediction　one
  man　made　after　the　meeting。
  ‘‘You've　lost　at　least　twenty　votes　by　that　little
  affair；''　he　told　her。
  ‘‘Aunt　Susan''　sighed。　　‘‘Well；''　she　said；　‘‘if　those
  men　knew　how　my　ankles　felt　I　would　have　won
  twenty　votes　by　enduring　the　torture　as　long　as　I　did。''
  The　next　day　we　had　a　second　meeting。　　Miss
  Anthony　made　her　speech　early　in　the　evening；　and
  by　the　time　it　was　my　turn　to　begin　all　the　children
  in　the　audienceand　there　were　manywere　both
  tired　and　sleepy。　　At　least　half　a　dozen　of　them
  were　crying；　and　I　had　to　shout　to　make　my　voice
  heard　above　their　uproar。　　Miss　Anthony　remarked
  afterward　that　there　seemed　to　be　a　contest　between
  me　and　the　infants　to　see　which　of　us　could　make
  more　noise。　　The　audience　was　plainly　getting　rest…
  less　under　the　combined　effect；　and　finally　a　man　in
  the　rear　rose　and　added　his　voice　to　the　tumult。
  ‘‘Say；　Miss　Shaw；''　he　yelled；　‘‘don't　you　want
  these　children　put　out？''
  It　was　our　chance　to　remove　the　sad　impression
  of　yesterday；　and　I　grasped　it。
  ‘‘No；　indeed；''　I　yelled　back。　　‘‘Nothing　inspires
  me　like　the　voice　of　a　child！''
  A　handsome　round　of　applause　from　mothers　and
  fathers　greeted　this　noble　declaration；　after　which
  the　blessed　babies　and　I　resumed　our　joint　vocal
  efforts。　　When　the　speech　was　finished　and　we　were
  alone　together；　Miss　Anthony　put　her　arm　around
  my　shoulder　and　drew　me　to　her　side。
  ‘‘Well；　Anna；''　she　said；　gratefully；　‘‘you've　cer…
  tainly　evened　us　up　on　motherhood　this　time。''
  That　South　Dakota　campaign　was　one　of　the
  most　difficult　we　ever　made。　　It　extended　over　nine
  months；　and　it　is　impossible　to　describe　the　poverty
  which　prevailed　throughout　the　whole　rural　com…
  munity　of　the　State。　　There　had　been　three　con…
  secutive　years　of　drought。　　The　sand　was　like　pow…
  der；　so　deep　that　the　wheels　of　the　wagons　in　which
  we　rode　‘‘across　country''　sank　half…way　to　the
  hubs；　and　in　the　midst　of　this　dry　powder　lay　with…
  ered　tangles　that　had　once　been　grass。　　Every　one
  had　the　forsaken；　desperate　look　worn　by　the　pioneer
  who　has　reached　the　limit　of　his　endurance；　and　the
  great　stretches　of　prairie　roads　showed　innumerable
  canvas…covered　wagons；　drawn　by　starved　horses；
  and　followed　by　starved　cows；　on　their　way　‘‘Back
  East。''　　Our　talks　with　the　despairing　drivers　of
  these　wagons　are　among　my　most　tragic　memories。
  They　had　lost　everything　except　what　they　had　with
  them；　and　they　were　going　East　to　leave　‘‘the　wom…
  an''　with　her　father　and　try　to　find　work。　　Usually；
  with　a　look　of　disgust　at　his　wife；　the　man　would
  say：　　‘‘I　wanted　to　leave　two　years　ago；　but　the
  woman　kept　saying；　‘Hold　on　a　little　longer。'　''
  Both　Miss　Anthony　and　I　gloried　in　the　spirit　of
  these　pioneer　women；　and　lost　no　opportunity　to
  tell　them　so；　for　we　realized　what　our　nation　owes
  to　the　patience　and　courage　of　such　as　they　were。
  We　often　asked　them　what　was　the　hardest　thing　to
  bear　in　their　pioneer　life；　and　we　usually　received
  the　same　reply：
  ‘‘To　sit　in　our　little　adobe　or　sod　houses　at　night
  and　listen　to　the　wolves　howl　over　the　graves　of　our
  babies。　　For　the　howl　of　the　wolf　is　like　the　cry　of
  a　child　from　the　grave。''
  Many　days；　and　in　all　kinds　of　weather；　we　rode
  forty　and　fifty　miles　in　uncovered　wagons。　　Many
  nights　we　shared　a　one…room　cabin　with　all　the　mem…
  bers　of　the　family。　　But　the　greatest　hardship　we
  suffered　was　the　lack　of　water。　　There　was　very
  little　good　water　in　the　state；　and　the　purest　water
  was　so　brackish　that　we　could　hardly　drink　it。　　The
  more　we　drank　the　thirstier　we　became；　and　when
  the　water　was　made　into　tea　it　tasted　worse　than
  when　it　was　clear。　　A　bath　was　the　rarest　of　luxuries。
  The　only　available　fuel　was　buffalo　manure；　of　which
  the　odor　permeated　all　our　food。　　But　despite　these
  handicaps　we　were　happy　in　our　work；　for　we　had
  some　great　meetings　and　many　wonderful　experiences。
  When　we　reached　the　Black　Hills　we　had　more　of
  this　genuine　campaigning。　　We　traveled　over　the
  mountains　in　wagons；　behind　teams　of　horses；　visit…
  ing　the　mining…camps；　and　often　the　gullies　were　so
  deep　that　when　our　horses　got　into　them　it　was　al…
  most　impossible　to　get　them　out。　　I　recall　with
  special　clearness　one　ride　from　Hill　City　to　Custer
  City。　　It　was　only　a　matter　of　thirty　miles；　but　it　was
  thoroughly　exhausting；　and　after　our　meeting　that
  same　night　we　had　to　drive　forty　miles　farther　over
  the　mountains　to　get　the　early　morning　train　from
  Buffalo　Gap。　　The　trail　from　Custer　City　to　Buffalo
  Gap　was　the　one　the　animals　had　originally　made　in
  their　journeys　over　the　pass；　and　the　drive　in　that
  wild　region；　throughout　a　cold；　piercing　October
  night；　was　an　unforgetable　experience。　　Our　host　at
  Custer　City　lent　Miss　Anthony　his　big　buffalo　over…
  coat；　and　his　wife　lent　hers　to　me。　　They　also　heated
  blocks　of　wood　for　our　feet；　and　with　these　pro…
  tections　we　started。　　A　full　moon　hung　in　the　sky。
  The　trees　were　covered　with　hoar…frost；　and　the　cold；
  still　air　seemed　to　sparkle　in　the　brilliant　light。
  Again　Miss　Anthony　talked　to　me　throughout　the
  nightof　the　work；　always　of　the　work；　and　of　what
  it　would　mean　to　the　women　who　followed　us；　and
  again　she　fired　my　soul　with　the　flame　that　burned
  so　steadily　in　her　own。
  It　was　daylight　when　we　reached　the　little　sta…
  tion　at　Buffalo　Gap　where　we　were　to　take　the
  train。　　This　was　not　due；　however；　for　half　an　hour；
  and　even　then　it　did　not　come。　　The　station　was
  only　large　enough　to　hold　the　stove；　the　ticket…office；
  and　the　inevitable　cuspidor。　　There　was　barely
  room　in　which　to　walk　between　these　and　the　wall。
  Miss　Anthony　sat　down　on　the　floor。　　I　had　a　few
  raisins　in　my　bag；　and　we　divided　them　for　breakfast。
  An　hour　passed；　and　another；　and　still　the　train　did
  not　come。　　Miss　Anthony；　h