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TO LOCK ME IN MY STATE ROOM。SEQUEL SATISFACTORY； MADE PLEASANT
TRIP AND MANY FRIENDS。
CHAPTER XXII。
TRIP TO CANADA； CORDIAL RECEPTION。RETURN TO CHICAGO TO FILL ENGAGEMENT。
SECOND VISIT TO CANADA。TRIP TO MARITIME PROVINCES。VISIT
CLUB IN CHARLOTTE TOWN。PREJUDICE AGAINST ME OWING TO MALICIOUS
REPORTS。SPEAK IN PARLIAMENT IN FREDERICTON。VISIT TO SIDNEY。
SCOTT ACT。MY ARREST AND RELEASE。EPISODE IN JAIL。
CHAPTER XXIII。
COWARDLY ASSAULT BY SALOON KEEPER； G。 R。 NEIGHBORS OF ELIZABETHTOWN；
KY。APATHY OF OFFICERS； BUT PEOPLE MUCH MOVED BY OUTRAGE；
LECTURED AFTERWARDS； THO' VERY FAINT AND WEAK FROM LOSS OF BLOOD。
CIGARETTE SMOKING IN HIGH PLACES DISCUSSED WITH MISS GASTON；
PRESIDENT NATIONAL ANTI…CIGARETTE LEAGUE。
CHAPTER XXIV。
SISTER LUCY WILHOITE'S VISION。WRITES TO ME FOR CO…OPERATION IN MAKING
RAID ON MAHAN'S WHOLESALE LIQUOR HOUSE。HESITATE ON ACCOUNT
PRESSING ENGAGEMENTS AHEAD。ANSWER THE CALL。RAID SET
FOR 29TH。W。 C。 T。 U； CONVENTION IN SESSION。FOUR SISTERS AND
MYSELF START FROM M。 E。 CHURCH。A CALL FOR THE POLICE BEFORE WE
COULD EFFECT AN ENTRANCE。TAKEN TO JAIL IN HOODLUM WAGON。
UNHEALTHY CONDITION OF CELL~IN JAIL FROM FRIDAY TO MONDAY。
GOOD OLD PENTECOSTAL TIME ON SUNDAY。COUNTY JAIL MONDAY。TRIAL
WEDNESDAY。JAIL SENTENCE AND FINES。APPEAL TO DISTRICT COURT。
CHAPTER XXV。
CLOSING REMARKS WITH PLANS FOR THE FUTURE。PROHIBITION CLEARLY
DEFINED。
CHAPTER XXVI。
CARRY NATION CLOSES CRUSADE IN DAYTON； OHIO。HOLDS THREE LARGELY
ATTENDED MEETINGS。 SPEAKS TO LARGE AUDIENCE IN ARMORY。HAD
ENGAGED NATIONAL THEATRE； BUT INSPECTION OF AUDITORIUM INTERFERED。
REVIEW WEEK'S WORK。
CHAPTER XXVII。
SKETCH BY WILL CARLETON； IN HIS MAGAZINE 〃EVERYWHERE。〃
CHAPTER XXVIII。
LIQUOR DRINKING IN HEALTH AND DISEASE。
POETRY。
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of an oil painting I had made and put on my building in Topeka。 The oil being
poured on the wounded heart a prohibition ballot。｝
The Use and Need of the Life of Carry A。 Nation。
CHAPTER I。
MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME AND WHAT I REMEMBER OF MY LIFE UP TO THE
TENTH YEAR。
I was born in Garrard County； Kentucky。 My father's farm was
on Dick's River； where the cliffs rose to hundreds of feet； with great
ledges of rocks； where under which I used to sit。 There were many large
rocks scattered around； some as much as fifteen feet across； with holes
that held water； where my father salted his stock； and I； a little toddler；
used to follow him。 On the side of the house next to the cliffs was
what we called the 〃Long House；〃 where the negro women would spin
and weave。 There were wheels； little and big； and a loom or two； and
swifts and reels； and winders； and everything for making linen for the
summer； and woolen cloth for the winter； both linsey and jeans。
The flax was raised on the place； and so were the sheep。 When a child
5 years old； I used to bother the other spinners。 I was so anxious to
learn to spin。 My father had a small wheel made for me by a wright in
the neighborhood。 I was very jealous of my wheel； and would spin on it
for hours。 The colored women were always indulgent to me； and made
the proper sized rolls； so I could spin them。 I would double the yarn； and
then twist it； and knit it into suspenders； which was a great source of
pride to my father； who would display my work to visitors on every occasion。
The dwelling house had ten rooms； all on the ground floor； except
one。 I have heard my father say that it was a hewed…log house；
weather…boarded and plastered as I remember it。 The room that possessed
the most attraction for me was the parlor； because I was very
seldom allowed to go in it。 I remember the large gold…leaf paper on the
walls； its bright brass dogirons； as tall as myself； and the furniture of red
plush； some of which is in a good state of preservation； and the property
of my half…brother； Tom Moore； who lives on 〃Camp Dick Robinson〃
in Garrard County； this Dick Robinson was a cousin of my father's。
There were two sets of negro cabins； one in which Betsey and Henry
lived； who were man and wife； Betsey being the nurse of all the children。
Then there was aunt Mary and her large family； aunt Judy and her family
and aunt Eliza and her's。 There was a water mill behind and almost
a quarter of a mile from the house； where the corn was ground； and
near that was the overseer's house。
Standing on the front porch； we looked through a row of althea
bushes； white and purple； and there were on each side cedar trees that
were quite large in my day。 There was an old…fashioned stile； instead of
a gate； and a long avenue； as wide as Kansas Avenue； in Topeka； with
forest trees on either side； that led down to the big road； across which
uncle Isaac Dunn lived； who was a widower with two children； Dave
and Sallie； and I remember that Sallie had all kinds of dolls； it was a
great delight of mine to play with these。
To the left of our house was the garden。 I have read of the old…
fashioned garden； the gardens written about and the gardens sung about；
but I have never seen a garden that could surpass the garden of my old
home。 Just inside the pickets were bunches of bear grass。 Then； there
was the purple flag； that bordered the walks； the thyme； coriander；
calamus and sweet Mary； the jasmine climbing over the picket
fence； the syringa and bridal wreath； roses black； red； yellow and pink；
and many other kinds of roses and shrubs。 There； too； were strawberries；
raspberries； gooseberries and currants； damson and greengages； and apricots；
that grew on vines。 I could take some time in describing this beautiful
spot。
At the side of the garden was the family burying ground； where the
gravestones were laid flat on masonry； bringing them about three feet
from the ground。 These stones were large； flat slabs of marble； and I
used to climb up on top and sit or lie down； and trace the letters or figures
with my fingers。 I visited this graveyard in 1903。 The eight graves
were there in a good state of preservation； with not a slab broken；
although my grandfather was buried there； ninety years ago。 My father
had a stone wall built around these graves for protection； when he left
Kentucky。 I am glad that family graveyards have given place to public
cemeteries； for this place has changed hands many times and this graveyard
is not pleasant for the strangers who live there。 We who are
interested in these sacred mounds； feel like we intrude； to have the homes
of our dead with strangers。
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MY OLD HOME WHERE I WAS BORN IN GARRARD COUNTY； KENTUCKY。
THE OLD GRAVE YARD NEAR BY； AND MY GRANDFATHER's GRAVE。｝
The memories of this Kentucky home date from the time I was
three years old。 This seems remarkable； but my mother said this
incident occurred when I was three years old； and I remember it distinctly。
I was standing in the back yard； near the porch。 Mr。 Brown；
the overseer； was in the door of my half…brother Richard's room；
with my brother's gun in his hands。 At the end of the porch was a
small room； called the 〃saddle room。〃 A pane of glass was out of the
window and a hen flew out； cackling。 Aunt Judy； the colored woman；
went in to get the eg