and sounds forth the morning greeting,
"Praise the Lord." Soon another shepherd catches the radiant
gleam, and then another and another takes up the reverent
refrain, until mountain, hill and valley are vocal with praise
and bathed in the glory of a new day.

So the dawn of the day that shall mean freedom for woman and the
ennobling of the race was first seen by Wyoming, on the crest of
our continent, and the clarion note was sounded forth, "Equality
before the law." For a quarter of a century she was the lone
watcher on the heights to sound the tocsin of freedom. At last
Colorado, from her splendid snow-covered peaks, answered back in
grand accord, "Equality before the law." Then on Utah's brow
shone the sun, and she, too, exultantly joined in the trio,
"Equality before the law." And now Idaho completes the quartette
of mountain States which sing the anthem of woman's freedom. Its
echoes rouse the sleepers everywhere, until from the rock-bound
coast of the Atlantic to the golden sands of the Pacific resounds
one resolute and jubilant demand, "Equality before the law," and
lo, the whole world wakes to the sunlight of liberty!

Mrs. Mary C. C. Bradford, in speaking for Colorado, said:

Civilization means self-realization. The level is being slowly
but surely raised and the atmosphere improved. Freedom for the
individual, properly guarded, is the ideal to-day. When woman is
free, the eternal feminine shows itself to be also the truly
human. Witness Wyoming, with its magnificent school system, its
equal pay for equal work. Witness Colorado, where women cast 52
per cent. of the total vote though the State contains a large
majority of men. What does this show if not that women wish to
vote? We women believe that election day administers to each of
us the sacrament of citizenship, and we go, most of us,
prayerfully and thankfully to partake in this outward and visible
sign of an inward and spiritual grace....

The first time I went to vote I was out of the house just nine
minutes. The second time I took my little girl along to school,
stopped in to vote, and then went down town and did my marketing;
and I was gone twenty minutes. While I was casting my vote the
men gave my little one a flower. They always decorate the
polling-places with flower