The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-12-28

while he killed il. He would hang Mr..
Rather up by the chin and skin it down
just like he would catfish
Susan B. Anthony did not drink but
she made up for it by eating. When
we clapped on the brake at Bitter creek
the sun was square overhead, and she
remarked, as she climbed down, that
she was hungry enough to eat a bear.
1 watered the buckskins as she and
the other passengers went in the dug
out, and Rawlins saved me a place by
the lady passengers side Then Raw
Inns brought in a long dish piled up
high With pieces of smoking white
meat
. Have some of the nice fish, Miss
Anthony. says l, and she did / was
hired to drive stage and not to ask
questions, and so / went at the fish
with the rest of them But il was
caution to see Susan B. Anthony put
down that fish. She was a truthful
woman, and when she said she was
hungry she meant If. Finally, she
wiped her mouth with her handker-
chief and said:
"'Oh, Mr.. Rawiins. where do YOU get
this lovely fsh2 1 have been very fond
of whitefish all my life. but ] never
tasted any so fine as this. I did want
TO go right through to Salt Lake, but
now I've made up my mind that just
must stop over asday with you and go
fishing
But says Rawlins. I'd Just like
the finest In the world to have you stop
over, Miss Anthony, but you see
haven't got any accommodations here
/ for ladies whatever. And, besides. it
would be. impossible for you TO go fish,
ing Do you know how / have to get
| that fine fish? Well, three times a
week / send a man out to the Wa
! satch mountains yonder, which is a
| terrible ride for a man. and he let's
himself down TO a pool in the Weber
/ river with a lariat, and has to stand
up 10 his waiSt in the water while he
| fishes
so the result is. consequently, that
Miss Anthony has to give up the fish
1 ing trip before she gets started on it,
! but she passes her plate back for more
of the lovely fish as if she never could
get enough. IT just made the tears
come up into my throat to watch her.
She wanted to pay Rawlins extra for
! the dinner, and when we started on,
| after she finally came outside, she
couldn't talk about anything else for
the rest of the afternoon.
Wen, it was o'clock when we
| crossed the line into Utah. and just as
we drew up to the supper station at
( Wanship, on the Weber river, an hour
/ later, the thoroughbred of the coach
broke and / announced to the passen-
gers that they would be delayed four
hours while we did some blacksmith
ing. Susan B. Anthony trots into the
dining room and says to the Mormon
waiter girl: If you haven't got any
of the lovely whitefish out of Weber
river already cooked for supper, Wen
| have time to wait, for we viii be here
four hours. and you just send out
right away and have some caught for
me and 1 will pay extra for your
trouble
Why, there aren't any whitefish
nor any other kind of fish, in Weber
river replies the Mormon girl, very
much astonished.
Sc Well. guess you just don't know,
replies Miss Anthony. We had some
of the loveliest whitefish 1 ever tasted
from the Weber river UP at the din
ner station this noon. You just go out
and get some like them and don't try
to fool me for one minute
Then the waiter girl gets redhot al
hearing the Gentle dinner station
praised, and she forgets all about the
fetiquette OF the business and bIurt:
out: We'll. it's just you that dom
know what you are talking about. YoJ
didn't have any whitefish for dinner
not by a long shot What you had fol
dinner was just plain, nasty, Shiny
rattlesnake, and that's what they feeC
everybody that stops there.
Miss Susan B. Anthony gives tina
girl a look to make her forget al
! about Brigham young, and goes GU
] to tell the landlord boss that shes
been insulted, and she asks that th'
, girl be bounced forthwith. And thu
crowd hears the racket and comes ul
and the argument gets hot and TIT
! Asesult is, consequently, that the ca
just naturally gets let out of the bag
Miss Anthony got her eyes opened t.
2 the fact, though, of course, ] didn'
f have anything to do with it, that wha
] she really did have for dinner was jus
5 lovely roasted rattleSnake.
Susan B. Anthony puts her hand oil
? her stomach and her appetite is gone
I / tell you honestly that the only die
that kept her from starving from Their
! clear into Salt Lake City was weak tel
and biscuit
: Four years ago Miss Anna Shaw, tn
temperance worker and woman SUI
fragist, was in California Occurring I
, the voters She had occasion to g
!, across from Sargent's to HOLSTER an
she became a passenger on Mark Re
! gan's stage. She was interested whe
the entertaining stage man told he
: that he knew Susan B. Anthony, an
fairly amazed when he told her tn
story of that ladys remarkable mea
! tinentaI railroads were only prophecy
) 1t was in March, 1899, that Regan me
j. Miss Shaw, and some weeks later
received the following letter. which h
I treasures both for personal REASONS an
as proof of his assertion that Susan E
> Anthony is dead game:
: Butte. Mont, April Is, 1S99.-Mar
\ Regan-Dear Sir: Rev. Anna Shaw ha
1 just written me of riding upon tn
o stage which you now conduct, and
wish to thank you for your kindnes
r 10 my very dear friend and fellow
= worker Miss Shaw writes me that 70
t told her the story of my strange die
: at a stage station in the Colorado des
! ert in 1856. It is now a quaint mem
Y orv to me. though vivid enough, bU
= at the time it impressed me as III
K most repugnant and horrible {ncider
d of my life Time has softened II
e aspect Of the thing, as time soften
$ ali things, and 1 can now smile wit
e others over that remarkable meal an
s believe it quite as much joke q
! people who heard the story believed
s then.
: Again thanking you for your KIND
ness to Miss Shaw, I am yours wit
4 kindest feelings.
SUSAN 3. ANTHONY ?,
o BARoMETRIC HAIR.