The train had moved up to Dale creek bridge and drawn into a long snow-shed.  Here, we remained all night and, with the rarified air and the smoke from the engine, were almost suffocated, while the wind blew so furiously we could not venture to open the doors.

January 3.—­Bright sunshine and perfectly calm.  Ernest and Norman Melliss, sons of David M. Melliss, of New York City, came into our car from the other train, which is twelve days from Ogden.  How they do revive The Revolution experiences, Train and the Wall street gossip!  Stood still in the snow-shed till noon and reached Sherman about 6 P.M.  Mr. Sargent had brought some potatoes which we roasted on top of the stove and they proved a delicious addition to our meal.  In the car “Sacramento” we had a mock trial, Judge Mitchell presiding and the jury composed of women.  He wrote out a verdict, which the women insisted on bringing in, not because they agreed with it but because they wanted to please him and the other men, but I rebelled and hung the jury!

January 4.—­Morning found us still at Sherman and we did not move till 1 P.M.  There is another train ahead of us, and here we are, four passenger trains pushing on for Cheyenne.  The people from the different ones visit among each other.  Half-way to Granite Canyon the snowplow got off the track and one wheel broke, so a dead standstill for hours.  Reached Granite Canyon at dark, a whole day getting there from Sherman, and remained over night.

January 5.—­Bright and beautiful.  Reached Cheyenne at 11:30 A.M.  Little George Sargent coaxed his papa to let him walk over the bridge to the town and fell through and broke his arm.  Mrs. Sargent, after holding him till the bone was set, fainted.  Afterwards I called on Mrs. Amalia Post.  It was at her house the Cheyenne women met and went in a body to Governor Campbell’s residence in 1869, and announced their intention of staying till he signed the woman suffrage bill, which he did without further delay.  Met the governor and several other notables.  At 1:30 P.M. our train was off at first-class speed, and oh, what joy in every face!

January 6.—­Arrived at Omaha at 3 P.M.  Found letter from brother D.R., enclosing pass to Leavenworth and saying he had passes for me from there to Chicago and eastward.  If I go to L. I shall miss the Washington convention, where I am so badly needed.  If it had not been for this vexatious delay I could have had a day or two there and several more at Rochester.  Now I must push straight on.  It is my hard fate always to sacrifice affection and pleasure to duty and work.

January 7.—­All the baggage had to be rechecked at Omaha and when I insisted upon attending to my own, because I had found that the only safe way, Mr. Sargent looked so offended that I at once handed over my checks.

January 8.—­Arrived at Chicago