It is enough to exhaust the patience of Job, the slip-shod way in which telegraph, express and postoffices are managed here.  It is almost impossible to arrange for halls or to get literature delivered at the point where it is sent.  We speak in school houses, barns, sawmills, log cabins with boards for seats and lanterns hung around for lights, but people come twenty miles to hear us.  The opposition follow close upon our track, but they make converts for us.  The fact is that most of them are notoriously wanting in right action toward women.  Their objections are as low and scurrilous as they used to be in the East fifteen or twenty years ago.  There is a perfect greed for our tracts, and the friends say they do more missionary work than we ourselves.  If our suffrage advocates only would go into the new settlements at the very beginning, they could mould public sentiment, but they wait until the comforts of life are attainable and then find the ground occupied by the enemy.

Of course they were guests in some beautiful homes, free from all discomforts, but these were the exceptions.  A striking instance of the first reception usually accorded the two ladies is given by Mrs. Starrett, in her Kansas chapter in the History of Woman Suffrage: 

All were prepared beforehand to do Mrs. Stanton homage for her talents and fame, but many persons who had formed their ideas of Miss Anthony from the unfriendly remarks in opposition papers had conceived a prejudice against her.  Perhaps I can not better illustrate how she everywhere overcame and dispelled this prejudice than by relating my own experience.  A convention was called at Lawrence, and the friends of woman suffrage were asked to entertain strangers who might come from abroad.  Ex-Governor Robinson asked me to entertain Mrs. Stanton.  We had all things in readiness when I received a note stating that she had found relatives in town with whom she would stop, and Miss Anthony would come instead.  I hastily put on bonnet and shawl, saying, “I won’t have her and I am going to tell Governor Robinson so.”

At the gate I met a dignified Quaker-looking lady with a small satchel and a black and white shawl on her arm.  Offering her hand she said, “I am Miss Anthony, and I have been sent to you for entertainment during the convention."...  Half disarmed by her genial manner and frank, kindly face, I led the way into the house and said I would have her stay to tea and then we would see what farther arrangements could be made.  While I was looking after things she gained the affections of the babies; and seeing the door of my sister’s sick-room open, she went in and in a short time had so won the heart and soothed instead of exciting the nervous sufferer, entertaining her with accounts of the outside world, that by the time tea was over I was ready to do anything if Miss Anthony would only stay with us.  And stay she did for over six weeks, and we parted