Whenever I thought of the consequences of what I was going to do, and what my husband and friends would think, also what my enemies would do, I had a sensation of nervousness, almost like fright, but as soon as I would look up and pray, all that would leave me, and things would look bright.  And I might say I prayed almost every step of the way.  This Mrs. Springer lived about ten miles south of Medicine Lodge.  I often stopped there and I knew that Prince, my horse, would naturally go into the gate, opening on the road, if I did not prevent it.  I thought perhaps it was God’s will for me to drive to Kiowa that night, so gave the horse the reins, and if he turned in, I would stay all night, if not, I would go to Kiowa.  Prince hastened his speed past the gate, and I knew that it was God’s will for me to go on.  I got there at 8:30 P. M. and stayed all night with a friend.  Early next morning I had my horse put to the buggy and drove to the first place, kept by Mr. Dobson.  I put the smashers on my right arm and went in.  He and another man were standing behind the bar.  These rocks and bottles being wrapped in paper looked like packages bought from a store.  Be wise as devils and harmless as doves.  I did not wish my enemies to know what I had.

I said:  “Mr. Dobson, I told you last spring, when I held my county convention here, (I was W. C. T. U. president of Barber County,) to close this place, and you didn’t do it.  Now I have come with another remonstrance.  Get out of the way.  I don’t want to strike you, but I am going to break tip this den of vice.”

I began to throw at the mirror and the bottles below the mirror.  Mr. Dobson and his companion jumped into a corner, seemed very much terrified.  From that I went to another saloon, until I had destroyed three, breaking some of the windows in the front of the building.  In the last place, kept by Lewis, there was quite a young man behind the bar.  I said to him:  “Young man, come from behind that bar, your mother did not raise you for such a place.”  I threw a brick at the mirror, which was a very heavy one, and it did not break, but the brick fell and broke everything in its way.  I began to look around for something that would break it.  I was standing by a billiard table on which there was one ball.  I said:  “Thank God,” and picked it up, threw it, and it made a hole in the mirror.  While I was throwing these rocks at the dives in Kiowa, there was a picture before my eyes of Mr. McKinley, the President, sitting in an old arm chair and as I threw, the chair would fall to pieces.

The other dive keepers closed up, stood in front of their places and would not let me come in.  By this time, the streets were crowded with people; most of them seemed to look puzzled.  There was one boy about fifteen years old who seemed perfectly wild with joy, and he jumped, skipped and yelled with delight.  I have since thought of that as being a significant sign.  For to smash saloons will save the boy.