The next day, when almost in despair, we heard in the distance the welcome sound of a locomotive whistle.  The gentlemen rushed to the depot and soon bore us the pleasant tidings that the train would leave in two hours and a half.  We hurriedly gathered together our baggage and sufficient supplies for a week, arriving at the train just in time to secure a section in the sleeping-car.  Hoping for no more delay, we started, but ere long found ourselves landed in a snow bank, with five trains ahead of us, in the same predicament.  A three-days stand-still of this kind, with its trying tedium, can be imagined only by those who have been similarly situated, and its tedium is equaled by nothing but an Ohio River sand bar imprisonment on a stern wheel steamer.

My sensibilities had quite a reawakening jog from an incidental abrasure, received by coming in contact with one of the acute angles in the person of Miss Susan B. Anthony, who honored us with her distinguished presence.  She was in company with the family of the Honorable Mr. Sargent, United States Senator from California.  This gentleman evinced great native delicacy in his quiet, unobtrusive attentions.  Miss Susan had been very impatient at the long delay, and constantly berated the male sex and their inadequacy to great emergencies, and was offered by the complimented parties the privilege of engineering the train, an honor she respectfully declined.  One day I was saluted by a voice, not sweetly feminine in tone, while an impetuous hand pitched, at me one of my own books.  The voice asked: 

“Were you ever in Michigan?  Are you married?  I knew a blind woman there who had five children, and they were all deaf and dumb! I think Congress ought to pass a law to prevent these people from marrying and bringing such creatures into the world!”

These burning words came with the fierce force of the tornado and the horrible heat of the simoon.  So abruptly had she taken her leave, that she was beyond hearing before I could sufficiently recover to reply.  Words I would have spoken burned upon my lips, and emotions welled up from the depths of an affection as deep, true and unfathomable as ever struggled in such a heart as that of Susan B. Anthony.

Long did I dwell upon the cruel words, wondering if they could have emanated from a woman who advocated the inviolable rights and bewailed the deep wrongs of her own sex, or if Congress had the power to exclude the blind from loving and following the holiest impulses of their natures, like other human beings!

After our extrication we sped on to Sherman, the highest of the mountain towns, and the Railroad Company treated us to a dinner, which, although poor, was much relished, after our protracted dieting.  After leaving Laramie we had another delay of two days’ length, after which we went via Cheyenne to Omaha, rejoicing, and after eleven days of weary travel felt ourselves really homeward bound.