During the day a committee of three gentlemen called to know if I would give a lecture to men alone.

As I had no lecture prepared, I declined, with the promise to do so the next time I visited California.

The idea was novel, but I think women could do much good in that way.
My readers may be sure that such enterprising travelers as Miss Anthony and myself visited all the wonders, saw the geysers, big trees, the Yosemite Valley, and the immense mountain ranges, piled one above another, until they seemed to make a giant pathway from earth to heaven.
We drove down the mountain sides with Fox, the celebrated whip; sixteen people in an open carriage drawn by six horses, down, down, down, as fast as we could go.

I expected to be dashed to pieces, but we safely descended in one hour, heights we had taken three to climb.

Fox held a steady rein, and seemed as calm as if we were trotting on a level, though any accident, such as a hot axle, a stumbling horse, or a break in the harness would have sent us down the mountain side, two thousand feet, to inevitable destruction.