To reach Del Norte Miss Anthony rode sixty-five miles by stage over a vast, arid tract evidently once the bed of an inland sea, but the terrible discomforts of the journey were almost overlooked in the enjoyment of the magnificent scenery.  She travelled all the next night; at Wagon Wheel Gap the stage stopped for a while and, taking a cup, she went alone down to the river, drank of its icy waters and stood a long time absorbed in the glory of the moonlight on the mountain peaks.  In all this weary journey of two days, she was the only woman in a stage filled with men.  When she reached Lake City she was delightfully entertained, finding her hostess to be a college graduate, and spoke in the evening from a dry-goods box on the courthouse steps to an enthusiastic audience of a thousand persons.  Ouray was the next place marked on the route sent her, but to reach it would require a ride of fifty miles over a dangerous mountain trail or a three days’ journey of 150 miles around, for which she must hire a private conveyance, so she gave it up.

She rested one whole day and night and started at 6 A.M. on a buckboard for the next place, wound around the mountainsides by the picturesque Gunnison river, and reached her destination at 5 o’clock.  She found a disbeliever of equal rights in her landlady, whom she describes as “a weak, silly woman and a wretched cook and housekeeper.”  To be an opponent of suffrage and a poor housekeeper Miss Anthony always regarded as two unpardonable sins.  The husband, however, intended to vote for it.  At the next stopping-place her hostess was a cultured woman, her house neatly kept and meals well-cooked, and she wanted to vote.  The husband in this case was violently opposed and expected to cast his ballot against the amendment.  Thus it is that wives are “represented by their husbands.”

On she went, over mountain and through canyon, across the “great divide,” sometimes having large audiences, more often only a handful, and enduring every possible hardship in the way of travel, sleep and food.  At Oro City she lectured in a saloon, as she had done at a number of places, and Governor Routt, happening to be in town, stood by her and spoke also in favor of woman suffrage.  At many places she slept on a straw-filled tick laid on planks, with sometimes a “corded” bed for a luxury.  A door with a lock scarcely ever was found.  Once she had a room with a board partition which extended only half-way up, separating it from one adjoining where half a dozen men slept.  It is hardly necessary to say that this was a wakeful night and the dawn was hailed with rejoicing.  At Leadville the gold fever was at its height and she spoke in a big saloon to the roughest crowd she had encountered.  They were good-natured, however, and when they saw she was coughing from the tobacco smoke, put out their pipes and made up for the sacrifice by more frequent drinks.  At Fair Play she found the Democratic editor had placarded the town with bills announcing in big letters:  “A New Version!  Suffrage!  Free Love in the Ascendency.  Anthony!  On the Gale Tonight.”  The citizens were indignant, there was a large and respectful audience, Miss Anthony was introduced by Judge Henry and resolutions were unanimously passed denouncing the posters.