Out of the Francis Jackson fund Mr. Phillips sent Miss Anthony $1,500 for her extensive campaign.  She engaged speakers to come into New York in different months, and July 13 opened the series with Antoinette Blackwell at Niagara Falls.  From here they made the round of the watering places, Avon, Clifton, Trenton Falls, Sharon, Saratoga, Ballston Spa and Lake George, where persons of wealth and prominence were gathered from all parts of the Union.  In some places they spoke in a grove to thousands of people; at others in hotel parlors, and everywhere met a friendly spirit and respectful treatment.

Miss Anthony did not forget to go to Poughkeepsie this summer, and stir up the teachers at their annual meeting.  Antoinette Blackwell says of this trip:  “I shall always recollect our journey on the boat with two or three dozen teachers, and your walking the deck with one and another, talking about women and their rights, in school and out of school, in the most matter-of-fact way, although it was plainly evident that most of them would sooner have listened to a discussion on the rights of the Hottentots.”  The teacher who was her chief support at these conventions was Helen Philleo.[27] There were very few of them in those days who had the courage to help fight this battle for their own interests.  At the last session she announced a woman’s rights meeting and many remained to attend it.

After the summer resorts were closed the meetings were continued in the principal towns.  Mrs. Blackwell thus describes an incident in the Fort William Henry hotel:  “I remember a rich scene at the breakfast table.  Aaron Powell was with us and the colored waiter pointedly offered him the bill of fare.  Miss Anthony glanced at it and began to give her order, not to Powell in ladylike modesty, but promptly and energetically to the waiter.  He turned a grandiloquent, deaf ear; Powell fidgeted and studied his newspaper; she persisted, determined that no man should come between her and her own order for coffee, cornbread and beefsteak.  ’What do I understand is the full order, sir, for your party?’ demanded the waiter, doggedly and suggestively.  Powell tried to repeat her wishes, but stumbled and stammered and grew red in the face.  I put in a working oar to cover the undercurrent of laughter, while she, coolly unconscious of everything except that there was no occasion for a ‘middleman,’ since she was entirely competent to look after her own breakfast, repeated her order, and the waiter, looking intensely disgusted, concluded to bring something, right or wrong.”

While at Easton among her old friends Miss Anthony attended Quaker meeting and the spirit moved her to speak very forcibly, as she relates in a letter:  “A young Quaker preacher from Virginia, who happened to be there, said:  ’Christ was no agitator, but a peacemaker; George Fox was no agitator; the Friends at the South follow these examples and are never disturbed by fanaticism.’  This was