The Use and Need of the Life of Carry A. NationNation, Carry Amelia
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The Use and Need of the Life of Carry A. Nation
Nation, Carry Amelia
Nation, Carry Amelia, 1846-1911; Social reformers -- United States -- Biography; Temperance -- United States
While I was still persisting in my request to the men to leave the
door, I was shown my state room; to which there were two doors, one
leading from the corridor and the other opening out next the water. The
captain, accompanied by the First and Second mate appeared at the former,
saying. "Madam, you are to keep your room this evening." I replied,
while eating a sandwich, "I do not feel like this, and neither will I." Said
he, "I will see that you do" at the same time telling the officers to lock
the doors. I said: "You can lock the doors to restrain me of my liberty,
but having paid my fare for the service of this company, I will tie up
this boat, when we reach New York, and you will learn that I can turn
a lock as well as yourself." I saw his countenance change. Mr. Furlong,
my manager, who was on the boat, and almost shaking with fear, began
to make excuse for me, etc, etc, but I said, "Never mind, Mr. Furlong,
I can attend to this little captain and myself too." He said no more. The
three men walked out of the corridor, shutting the door after them, but
did not lock it, in a few moments, they returned and opened both doors
for fear I would think they were locked. This was about supper time.
When I finished my lunch, and, having put on a clean tie and fixed my
hair, I took from my valise a lot of little hatchets and put them in a little
leather case I carry by a strap over my shoulder. Thus equipped I entered
the ladies cabin, where there were perhaps fifty people sitting. When
I went in, they began to look at one another, some smiled, I knew they
had heard of the captain trying to prevent my coming out. Taking my
seat on a sofa in the middle of the room, I was listening to the lovely
string band when some one came up and opened a conversation with me.
After a while I was quite surrounded and the cabin soon becoming crowded
some one asked to see a little hatchet, so I opened my satchel to show
them. One of the officers who had come to the State Room with the
captain, had been standing near the stairway, and when he saw the people
begin to press to me to get the hatchets, he came up saying, "Madam,
you are not allowed to sell these here." I replied, "You sell wine, beer,
whiskey, tobacco, cigarettes and anything that will drug these people.
Now these are my own little souvenirs, and they will advertise my cause,
help me, and be a little keep sake from the hand that raised the hatchet,
so I claim the right to sell them, where you have no right to sell bad
things." He went up to see the captain, who said, "I am too busy to fool
with that woman." So he came down, and called up Mr. Furlong, asking
him to compell me to stop selling hatchets, but he told him he could
not prevent Mrs. Nation doing anything she had set her head to. We
had a nice time. I repeated poetry on the evils of drink and smoking, all
were happy, and at ten o'clock, I bade good-night to many friends who
regarded me not as the wild vicious woman, but one who meant well.
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