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87January 14, 1909. With the Jonsons 2.30 to 4 p.m. This séance was a failure, but someinteresting incidents occurred. Atmospheric conditions not of the best ; it was thawing. Mrs.Jonson not at all well, Jonson in good form.About half-an-hour after the light was put out Jonson, who at first had been possessed byGrayfeather, came partly out of trance ; Grayfeather left, and an English bluejacket controlled themedium. He used shocking language, I regret to say, and when asked to depart by Mrs. Jonson ina very civil way, refused, saying, “He had as much right to be there as we had.” By-and-by,however, he was persuaded to get out of Jonson ; Grayfeather resumed control, and took themedium inside the cabinet. From there he called to me, “the chief from across the big pond,” tocome and sit with him in the cabinet, saying : “I want to draw from him. I no draw from squawJonson, she is not well to-night.” I accordingly took my chair inside, and the following dialoguetook place :—(58) Grayfeather : “I see you yesterday in another wigwam. You not get much there.”Admiral Moore : “Oh yes, we did, Grayfeather ! We had a good time ; and Viola, Kitty,and Tim came to speak to us from here.”Grayfeather : “Ugh ! Ugh ! I see you with two other chiefs.”Q.: “Well who were they ?”A.: “I think one was Hyslop. (Wrong.) I no want mention names. Chief Yaryan there.(Correct.) You think I no see you. I see you in morning go into a wigwam—yes, big stonebuilding—and get book, scratch paper.”Q.: “Do you mean I wrote in a book ?”A.: “Ugh ! No, you read book (Correct.) Young Squaw come to you and ask forwampum (money). You say : ‘Wo ! Wo ! Wo ! ‘”Admiral Moore : “That is a libel, Grayfeather. I made no difficult6y with the youngwoman.”Now, what happened was this. The previous morning I had occasion to go to the publiclibrary in Toledo to return a book, and at the same time borrowed another, from which I copied anextract (scratch paper). The clerk returned me two dollars paid as deposit the day before. Theyoung woman said later, “I must ask you for twenty-five cents.” “What for ?” I enquired.Answer : “We always charge twenty-five cents in addition to the deposit, in case of the booksustaining any injury.” I put down the “quarter” without demur ; but I felt mildly indignant, as Iconsidered the two dollars deposit ought to cover all risks.The séance with the other psychic the previous afternoon will be alluded to later in thischapter. Soon after the above conversation I was dismissed from the cabinet, and //Grayfeathersaid “I came out.” He tried sitting outside, with me beside him, but it was no good. He leftJonson with a violent jerk (always a bad sign), and the medium came slowly to himself.Grayfeather remarked, before leaving Jonson : “I sick ; no power” (beating the medium’s breastwith heavy thumps) ; “no wampum for my medium ; but no good talk any more, like a squaw.”On my offering the usual fee, Jonson declined taking it saying, “We never accept anything when noforms appear.”The above incident is worthy of a few minutes’ consideration. Mr. Yaryan was with me onthe previous day at the house of Mrs. Alexander, a new medium ; but he had no intention of goingten minutes before we started. It was quite an afterthought ; he suddenly put off a businessengagement to accompany me. He and I were unknown to the medium we sat with, and that samemedium is unknown to Jonson. The name of my friend Dr. Hyslop had been mentioned before theJonson séance commenced ; but, if Grayfeather knew anything at all about my thoughts of thatgentleman, he would have known that, if no other investigator were available in the United States, Iwould not sit in his company at a séance (for reasons wholly impersonal). In all essentials thestory of what happened in the public library is quite true ; not only did Grayfeather, apparently,see what took place, but could read my thoughts when the quarter-dollar was demanded.The following explanations may occur to those who read this :—(a)The medium of the previous afternoon and the clerk at the library told the Jonsons of thevarious incidents.(b) Jonson dogged me all day.