The medium then took his pencil, and moved it between the different names, till he came to Cuyahoga Falls, which he scratched out. That was the name of the place where he died.
I then wrote a number of other questions, in no case giving the medium any chance of knowing by any ordinary means what I wrote, and in every case he answered the questions in writing as he had done before; and in every case but one the answers were such as to show, both that the answerer knew what questions I had asked, and was acquainted with the matters to which they referred.
When I had asked some ten or a dozen questions, the medium said, "There is a female spirit wishes to communicate with you."
"Is her name among those on the table?" I asked.
The answer, in three raps, was, "Yes."
"Can she select the paper containing her name?" I asked.
The answer again was, "Yes."
The medium then took up one of the paper pellets, and put it down; then took up and put down a second; and then took up a third and handed it to me.
I was just preparing to undo it, to look for the name, when the medium reached over as before, and wrote on a leaf of my note paper—
"It is my Name. ELIZABETH BARKER."