Hamlin Garland informs us in his foreword of psychical phenomena which came under his observation. It is the story of the experiences of a group of people brought together by the author to listen to the revelations of one of their number who turns out to be a real "medium."
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From the Foreword.
THIS book is a faithful record, so far as I can make it, of the most marvelous phenomena which have come under my observation during the last sixteen or seventeen years. I have used my notes (made immediately after the sittings) and also my reports to the American Psychical...

Excerpt from The Light of the Star: A Novel
After the appointment with Miss Merival reachedhim (through the hand of her manager), young Douglass grew feverishly impatient of the long days which lay between. Waiting became a species of heroism. Each morning he reread his manuscript and each evening found him at the theatre, partly to while away the time, but mainly in order that he might catch some clew to thereal woman behind the shining mask. His brain was filled with the light of the star - her radiance dazzled him.
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Excerpt from The Captain of the Gray-Horse Troop: A Novel
Winter in the upper heights of the Bear Tooth Range is a glittering desolation of snow with a flaming blue sky above. Nothing moves, nothing utters a sound, save the cony at the mouth of the spiral shafts which sinks to his deeply buried den in the rocks. The peaks are like marble domes, set high in the pathway of the sun by day and thrust amid the stars by night. The firs seem hopeless under their ever-increasing burdens. The streams are silenced - only the wind is abroad in the waste, the tireless, pitiless wind, fanged like...

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"Money Magic" from Hamlin Garland. American novelist, poet, psychical researcher essayist, and short story writer (1860-1940).

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Excerpt from Cavanagh, Forest Ranger: A Romance of the Mountain West
My Dear Mr. Garland: - You have been kind enough to let me see the proofs of Cavanagh: Forest Ranger. I have read it with mingled feelings - with keen appreciation of your sympathetic understanding of the problems which confronted the Forest Service before the Western people understood it, and with deep regret that I am no longer officially associated with its work (although I am as deeply interested, and almost as closely in touch as ever).
The Western frontier, to the lasting sorrow of all old hunters like...

"Ans, the next time you twist hay f'r the fire, I wish't you'd dodge the damp spots," said the cook, rising from a prolonged scrutiny of the stove and the bread in the oven. His pose was threatening. "Cooks are always grumblin'," calmly remarked Anson, drawing on his gloves preparatory to going out to the barn; "but seein' 's this is Chris'mus, I'll go out an' knock a barrel to pieces. I want them biscuit to be O.K. See?"