No, no, no, she does not go away; she stands back, to let some one else come forward—like actors take turns at a theatre.
[Then an impersonation of my Uncle Jerry was represented, with the statement, "Your husband will know who he is"; but this part of the record is omitted as comparatively unimportant. It was unintelligible to the sitter.—O. J. L.]
(Then a new control came in, which was by K. K. understood to be 'Redfeather.' When he arrived, the medium smacked his hands and spoke to K. K.:—)
I come dis little minute to try experiment. If we succeed, all right; if we don't, don't mind. There will be some difficulties.
You know me? (To K. K.)
K. K.—Yes. It is 'Redfeather.'
Glad to see you better. You used to feel—a hand on your head. It was a little girl. It was your boy who brought her. Now I go. Just talk a little.
(K. K. then thanked the speaker for his help.)
Who could help better than me?
... long ago I was killed.