Miss Anthony spoke at a number of small towns but it did not seem advisable for her to try again in San Francisco, so she devoted herself to contributing in every possible way to the success of Mrs. Stanton’s lectures.  On August 22 the latter completed her tour and left for the East, but Miss Anthony decided to accept the numerous calls to go up into Oregon and Washington Territory.  She went to Oakland for a brief visit with Mrs. Randall, the Mary Perkins who used to teach in her childhood’s home more than thirty years before, and her diary says:  “They are glad to see me and we have enjoyed talking over old times.  They are wholly oblivious to our reform agitation and I am glad to get out of it for a while.”  But a few days later she called on the Curtis family, who were interested in reforms, and wrote:  “I got back into my own world again and the springs of thought and conversation were quickly loosened.  It is marvelous how far apart the two worlds are.”  She started on the ship Idaho for Portland, August 25.  The sea was very rough, they were seven days making the trip and, judging from the almost illegible entries in the diary, it was not a pleasant one: 

    1st day.—­I feel forlorn enough thus left alone on the ocean but I
    am in for it and bound to go through....  Before 6 o’clock my time
    came and old ocean received my first contribution.

2d day.—­Strong gale and rough sea.  Tried to dress—­no use—­back to my berth and there I lay all day.  Everybody groaning, babies crying, mothers scolding, the men making quite as much fuss as the women.

3d day.—­Tried to get up but in vain.  In the afternoon staggered up on deck—­men stretched out on all sides looking as wretched as I felt—­glad to get back to bed.  Captain sent some frizzled ham and hard tack, with his compliments.  Sea growing heavier all the time.

4th day.—­Terribly rough all night.  Could not sleep for the thought that every swell might end the ship’s struggles.  Felt much nearer to the dear ones who have crossed the great river than to those on this side.  Out of sight of land all day and ship making only two and a half miles an hour.

    5th day.—­The same pitching down into the ocean’s depths, the same
    unbounded waste of surging waters, but a slight lessening of the
    sea-sickness.

    6th day.—­Quite steady this morning.  Went on deck and met several
    pleasant people.  Took my spirit-lamp and treated the captain’s
    table to some delicious tea.

7th day.—­First word this morning, “bar in sight.”  The shores look beautiful.  All faces are bright and cheery and many appear not seen before.  I felt well enough to discuss the woman question with several of the passengers.  Arrived at Portland at 10 P.M., glad indeed to touch foot on land again.

In the first letter home she says: