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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—SPOKE IN PARLIAMENT IN FREDERICTON—VISIT TO SIDNEY—SCOTT
ACT—MY ARREST AND RELEASE—EPISODE IN JAIL.
Having a spare month in May of 1904 I made a trip to Canada, and
never was so cordially received in my life, selling all the hatchets I had
in three meetings.
I returned to fill a Chicago engagement of six weeks, which was made
by my manager, with Mr. Houseman, one of the Editors of the Chicago
Inter-Ocean, who owned a theatre with which a museum was connected.
Realizing that this would provide an excuse for the papers to lie about
me, I wrote my manager if possible, to cancel the engagement. I was,
however, persuaded to stay one week, with the result, that it was published
all over the country that , Carry A. Nation was in a Museum getting
$300 a week just to be looked at, when in fact, I spoke in the theatre,
not in the museum. I would not object to going into a museum or any
place to bring my cause before the people, but resented the idea of being
placed on exhibition.
As I had promised to return to Canada, I did so in the month of June,
visiting the Maritime Provinces, where I was very much delighted with
the people, finding in Prince Edward's Island the most intelligent and
moral people, as a body, that I have ever met.
That Island has a Prohibition Law similar to Kansas, but the premier,
Peters, told the former premier, Mr. Farguason, that the Club in Charlotte
Town, the Capitol, had to be an exception to the prohibitive amendment
or he would vote against and ruin it. This condition is similar in our
own government-conspiracy and treason. I visited this club, strange that
I should get in, God opened the way. It was fitted up like other drinking
clubs, where men congregate together to act in a manner and talk of subjects
they would be ashamed for their wives to see and hear. The back
room was stacked with empties and imported liquors of different brands.
I went up into the parlor about nine o'clock in the morning, where I met
one of these beer-swelled outlaws, I asked him, "Will you object to
answering some questions about this place." His pompous and indignant
reply was, "No, I will do nothing of the kind." I said, I will tell you
some things about it. You are a set of traitors, you pose as being the
elite, but you are criminals, shame on such villainy." He held his paper
up before his face. I had the satisfaction of telling him the truth in plain
language, such men are well dressed, gold fobbed, diamond studded rummies
that are more hateful than those behind the prison bars, their bodies
a reeking mass of corruption.
Prince Edward's Island is a large farm, one hundred miles long, by
forty broad. Can only be reached by boat. A very high grade of cheese,
milk, butter, oats and turnips are raised there. Instead of weather-boarding
the houses they have the sides shingled. They have the nicest, small,
fat horses, fine travelers.
On this, my second visit to Canada, the people did not receive me as
cordially as before, owing to a report that I had been in a museum in
Chicago on exhibition. In order to counteract this prejudice against me,
I offered a reward of $50.00 for any one who had ever seen me in a
museum or on exhibition, which had the desired effect. There are rum
bought papers in Canada as there are in the States.
I was asked to speak in Parliament in Fredericton. There was a
great laugh when I said that governments like fish stink worse at the
head.
On my visit to Sydney, Cape Breton, I found that, although they
have the Scott Act, which makes it a misdemeanor to sell intoxicants
there are dives there just like in Kansas, the officers and political
wire pullers defending them just in the same way.
I went into a vile den, the Belmont Hotel. There was a crowd gathered
around the place. When I went out in front an officer came to me,
saying, "You will have to get off the street, you are collecting a crowd."
I said, I am not disturbing anything, if you object to the crowd, disperse
them, let me alone. He insisted, and so did I. He said nothing to the
crowd no one was doing anything, but standing around when he walked
up to me and arrested me in the King's name—Two got on either side of
me and carried me to jail—When I was there, I found a young boy of
about 14 or 15 years of age. I asked, "Why are you here?" He began to
cry bitterly, said, he was put in for calling names. "Oh, if I had a father
or mother to help me out, but they are dead, and I have no friends."
"What is your fine?" I asked, "Only a dollar." "My dear boy, I will
do what mother would do, if she were here, kneel down here and let us
pray. He did, weeping so bitterly all the time. I asked God to make this
a means of saving that dead mother's precious one. I said to him, "Now
my boy, mother would say my darling son, don't use bad language. Be
good and love God. Now I will pay your fine just as mother would do."
So I called the jailer, who seemed to be a kind man, and paid the dollar.
The boy with his face glowing with happiness, fairly flew out. In
a few minutes the door was opened, a friend went on my bond, and I
left to fill my appointment. There were as many as twenty-five men who
volunteered to testify to the unfair arrest. The case was tried the next
day and I was acquitted, the judge saying that. "All Carry Nation wanted
was advertising. "Man's inhumanity to woman." I was glad to open
the prison door to the boy, and give him advice at a time when he would
take it, for he promised me to be a good boy and serve God. I expect
God sent me there for that purpose.