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THE STORY OF
A PIONEER
BY
ANNA HOWARD SHAW, D.D., M.D.
TO
THE WOMEN PIONEERS
OF AMERICA
CONTENTS
I. FIRST MEMORIES
XVII. VALE!
ILLUSTRATIONS
LOCH-AN-EILAN CASTLE
ALNWICK CASTLE
THE WOOD ROAD NEAR DR. SHAW'S CAPE COD HOME, THE HAVEN
DR. SHAW'S COTTAGE, THE HAVEN, AT WIANNO, CAPE
COD--THE FIRST HOME SHE BUILT
SUSAN B. ANTHONY
LUCY STONE
MARY A. LIVERMORE
SACCAWAGEA
FIRST MEMORIES
I was then little more than four years old, and the
first vivid memory I have is that of being on ship-
board and having a mighty wave roll over me. I was
lying on what seemed to be an enormous red box
under a hatchway, and the water poured from above,
almost drowning me. This was the beginning of a
storm which raged for days, and I still have of it a
confused memory, a sort of nightmare, in which
strange horrors figure, and which to this day haunts
me at intervals when I am on the sea. The thing
that stands out most strongly during that period is
the white face of my mother, ill in her berth. We
were with five hundred emigrants on the lowest
deck of the ship but one, and as the storm grew
wilder an unreasoning terror filled our fellow-pas-
sengers. Too ill to protect her helpless brood, my
mother saw us carried away from her for hours at a
time, on the crests of waves of panic that sometimes
approached her and sometimes receded, as they
swept through the black hole in which we found our-
selves when the hatches were nailed down. No mad-
house, I am sure, could throw more hideous pictures
on the screen of life than those which met our childish
eyes during the appalling three days of the storm.
Our one comfort was the knowledge that our mother
was not afraid. She was desperately ill, but when
we were able to reach her, to cling close to her for a
blessed interval, she was still the sure refuge she had
always been.
II
IN THE WILDERNESS
III
VI
VII
``My boy,'' I told him, ``I don't think you are all
bad. I know better!''
VIII
IX
``AUNT SUSAN''
Now the pastor was six feet tall and broad in pro-
portion, and I, as I have already confessed, am very
short. His robes transformed me into such an absurd
caricature of a preacher that it was quite impossible
for me to wear them. What, then, were we to do?
Lacking clerical robes, the police would not allow
me to utter six words. It was finally decided that
the clergyman should meet the letter of the law by
entering the pulpit in his robes and standing by my
side while I delivered my sermon. The law soberly
accepted this solution of the problem, and we offered
the congregation the extraordinary tableau of a
pulpit combining a large and impressive pastor
standing silently beside a small and inwardly con-
vulsed woman who had all she could do to deliver
her sermon with the solemnity the occasion re-
quired.
She had told me over and over how much our long
friendship and association had meant to her, and the
comfort I had given her. But whatever I may have
been to her, it was as nothing compared with what
she was to me. Kneeling close to her as she passed
away, I knew that I would have given her a dozen
lives had I had them, and endured a thousand times
more hardship than we had borne together, for the
inspiration of her companionship and the joy of her
affection. They were the greatest blessings I have
had in all my life, and I cherish as my dearest treas-
ure the volume of her History of Woman Suffrage
on the fly-leaf of which she had written this in-
scription:
XI
SUFFRAGE STATUS
Number of
State Year Won Electoral Votes
Wyoming 1869 3
Colorado 1893 6
Idaho 1896 4
Utah 1896 4
Washington 1910 7
California 1911 13
Arizona 1912 3
Kansas 1912 10
Oregon 1912 5
Alaska 1913 --
Nevada 1914 3
Montana 1914 4
Illinois 1913 29
Number
Goes to of Elec-
State House Senate Voters toral Votes
Iowa 81-26 31-15 1916 13
Massachusetts 169-39 34-2 1915 18
New Jersey 49-4 15-3 1915 14
New York 125-5 40-2 1915 45
North Dakota 77-29 31-19 1916 5
Pennsylvania 131-70 26-22 1915 38
XII
BUILDING A HOME
It is not generally known that the meeting of
the International Council of Women held in
Chicago during the World's Fair was suggested by
Miss Anthony, as was also the appointment of the
Exposition's ``Board of Lady Managers.'' ``Aunt
Susan'' kept her name in the background, that she
might not array against these projects the opposi-
tion of those prejudiced against woman suffrage.
We both spoke at the meetings, however, as I have
already explained, and one of our most chastening
experiences occurred on ``Actress Night.'' There
was a great demand for tickets for this occasion, as
every one seemed anxious to know what kind of
speeches our leading women of the stage would make;
and the programme offered such magic names as
Helena Modjeska, Julia Marlowe, Georgia Cayvan,
Clara Morris, and others of equal appeal. The hall
was soon filled, and to keep out the increasing throng
the doors were locked and the waiting crowd was
directed to a second hall for an overflow meeting.
XIII
XIV
RECENT CAMPAIGNS
In Butte the big strike was on, and the town was
under martial law. A large banquet was given us
there, and when we drove up to the club-house
where this festivity was to be held we were stopped
by two armed guards who confronted us with stern
faces and fixed bayonets. The situation seemed so
absurd that I burst into happy laughter, and thus
deeply offended the earnest young guards who were
grasping the fixed bayonets. This sad memory was
wiped out, however, by the interest of the banquet--
a very delightful affair, attended by the mayor of
Butte and other local dignitaries.
XV
CONVENTION INCIDENTS
XVI
COUNCIL EPISODES
XVII
VALE!