Seen and Unseen. E. Katherine Bates

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       E. Katherine Bates

      Seen and Unseen

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664627551

Table of Contents

       INTRODUCTION

       SEEN AND UNSEEN

       CHAPTER I

       EARLY RECOLLECTIONS

       CHAPTER II

       INVESTIGATIONS IN AMERICA, 1885-1886

       CHAPTER II— continued

       INVESTIGATIONS IN AMERICA, 1885-1886

       CHAPTER III

       AUSTRALIA AND NEW ZEALAND

       CHAPTER IV

       HONG KONG, ALASKA, AND NEW YORK

       CHAPTER V

       INDIA, 1890-1891

       CHAPTER VI

       SWEDEN AND RUSSIA, 1892

       CHAPTER VI— continued

       SWEDEN AND RUSSIA, 1892

       AN INTERLUDE

       CHAPTER VII

       LADY CAITHNESS AND AVENUE WAGRAM

       CHAPTER VIII

       FROM OXFORD TO WIMBLEDON

       CHAPTER IX

       HAUNTINGS BY THE LIVING AND THE DEAD

       1896

       CHAPTER X

       FURTHER EXPERIENCES IN AMERICA

       CHAPTER XI

       A HAUNTED CASTLE IN IRELAND

       CHAPTER XII

       1900-1901

       CHAPTER XIII

       A SECOND VISIT TO INDIA, 1903

       CHAPTER XIV

       A FAMILY PORTRAIT AND PSYCHIC PHOTOGRAPHY

       APPENDIX

       I

       II

       III

       IV

       V

       VI

INTRODUCTION

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      Many years ago, whilst living at Oxford, I was invited by a very old friend, who had recently taken his degree, to a river picnic; with Nuneham, I think, as its alleged object.

      Unfortunately, the day proved unfavourable, and we returned in open boats, also with open umbrellas; a generally drenched and bedraggled appearance, and nothing to cheer us on the physical plane except a quantity of iced coffee which had been ordered in anticipation of a tropical day.

      Under these rather trying conditions I can remember getting a good deal of amusement out of the companions in the special boat which proved to be my fate. Our host, being a clever and interesting man himself, had collected clever and interesting people round him, on the "Birds of a Feather" principle, and I happened to sit between two ladies, one the wife (now, alas! the widow) of a man who was to become later on one of our most famous bishops; the other—her bosom friend and deadly rival—the wife of an equally distinguished Oxford don.

      The iced coffee combined with the pouring rain may have been partly to blame, but certainly the conversation that went on between the two ladies, across my umbrella, was decidedly Feline.

      To pass the time we were valiantly endeavouring to play "Twenty Questions" from the bottom of the boat, and the Bishop's widow was asking the questions. She had triumphantly elicited the fact that we had thought of a cinder—and an historical cinder—and the twentieth and last permissible question was actually hovering