After it was over the county superintendent of schools, Mr. Bannister, took them to Ottawa in a lumber wagon.  The steady rain had put the roads in a fearful condition and by the time they reached the river bottoms it was very dark and pouring in torrents.  The driver lost his way and brought them up against a brush fence.  Mr. Train jumped out of the vehicle, took off his coat so that his white shirtsleeves would show and thus guided the team back to the road; then he and the county superintendent took turns walking in front of the horses.  The river finally was crossed and they reached Ottawa at 9 o’clock.  Mr. Train was very fastidious and, no matter how late the hour, never would appear in public before he had changed his gray travelling suit for full dress costume with white vest and lavender kid gloves, declaring that he would not insult any audience by shabby clothes.  This evening he made no exception and so, while he went to the hotel, Miss Anthony, wet, hungry and exhausted, made her way straight to the hall to see what had become of their audience.

She found that it had been taken in charge by General Blunt, one of the Republican campaign orators, and as she entered, he was making a violent attack on woman suffrage.  Her arrival was not noticed and she concluded to sit quietly down in a corner and let matters take their course.  A stairway led from some lower region up to the platform and, just as the speaker was declaring, “This man Train is an infernal traitor and a vile copperhead,” Mr. Train appeared at the top of the stairs.  The audience broke into a roar, and in a few moments he had the general under a scathing fire.

From Ottawa they travelled, still in a lumber wagon, to Mound City and then to Fort Scott, where they had an immense audience.  After the meeting Train went to the newspaper office and wrote out his speech, which filled two pages of the Monitor, and Miss Anthony and the friends spent all of Sunday in wrapping and mailing these papers.  From here they drove to Humboldt in a mail wagon, stopping for dinner at a little “half-way house,” a cabin with no floor.  Miss Anthony retains a lively recollection of this place, for the hostess brought a platter of fried pork, swimming in grease, and in her haste emptied the contents the whole length of her light gray travelling dress.  They found many people ill, and Mr. Train always prescribed not a drop of green tea, not a mouthful of pork, though that was the only meat they could get, plenty of fruit, though there was none to be had in Kansas, and a thorough bath every morning, although there was not enough water to wash the dishes.  During this trip he stopped at hotels, but Miss Anthony usually was invited to stay with families who were either her personal friends or warm advocates of the cause she represented.