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    James: He saw it . . . ?
    Morris: Well, that's what I'm telling you . . . “What are you doing?” “Dowsing for a well . . . ” By God, I'm trine to get these silly sticks to work . . .
    James: . . . uh-huh . . .
    Morris: S'I find this line, I'm trying to feel the line and Clark can see . . . I'll tell you something else: Ivers.
    James: Now who is that . . . ?
    Morris: Say eighteen thirty . . . say eighteen, to eighteen forty- five, fifty, hired man up to Hayes place . . .
    James: Uh-huh . . .
    Morris: .. .he died, Clara said that he didn't go over.
    James: . . . old Hayes farm . . .
    Morris: The old Hayes farm. The hired man. Now: Annie, she was young, you know, we'd hear her talking . . .
    James: . . . uh-huh . . .
    Morris: . . . young folks do, a little kid, you know, a year old, she'd be talking . . .
    James: She'd be talking to herself . . .
    Morris: Uh-huh . . . one day, we're up there, Clara asks her who she's talking to. She says, “This man . . . ”
    James: Uh-huh.
    Morris: So she . . . now, I think, I think what Annie says is Clara asks her, “What's his name ?” Annie says “Ivan,” something like that. Later it occurs to me, now where'd she get that from . . . ?
    James: The Russians.
    Morris: . . . What I thought. But even so, something she heard? Where would she hear that. I told . . . I remember this, I'm telling stories on my kids . . .
    James: . . . uh-huh . . .
    Morris: To Chunk, I think it was . . .
    James: Chunk Kellog .
    Morris: Yes. Said, “Where she gets it from . . . some man named Ivan" He said, “Ask her was it Ivan she said or Ivers .” Who he was, as I said, a hired man, a hundred years ago.
    James: He die a violent death?
    Morris: I don't know. What Chunk said . . . yes . Yes. I think he did. He, what Chunk said, he didn't want to go across . . .
    James: Uh-huh . . .
    Morris: And, to that time he habited the house.
    James: Annie remember this?
    Morris: Well, you don't know . . .
    James: Uh-huh . . .
    Morris: Whether she, what she saw, or the stories . . .
    James: . . . uh-huh . . .
    Morris: . . . you know . . .
    James: Yes.
    Morris: . . . that she remembers that we'd tell. And she described him.
    James: What'd she say?
    Morris: A man, you know, I don't remember . . . beard
    James: . . . uh-huh . . .
    Morris: A heavy shirt . . .
    James: Mm. ( Pause .)
    Morris: Reason I thought of it, dowsing for water, and Clark says . . .
    James: Well, they say ninety percent anyone can dowse . . .
    Morris: . . . that's right . . .
    James: . . . and a hundred percent all children.
    Morris: That's right. ( Pause. ) That's right.
    James: Jean saw something out on the hill.
    Morris: What was that?
    James: . . . the old sugar lane . . .
    Morris: Uh-huh . . .
    James: Dusk one day . . .
    Morris: When was this?
    James: Last fall.
    Morris: Uh-huh.
    James: She got me, I was in the bedroom, she comes in . . .
    Morris: What was it . . . ?
    James: She says, “A boy.” ( Pause. ) A boy?
    “Out at the entrance to the lane. "
    “Now, who would that be . . . ?”
    I could tell, it was something she saw. I said, “A deer " "No.” “Waal, you know, they put that white tail up . . . ”
    Morris: . . . uh-huh . . .
    James: She says, “No, No. It wasn't a deer” ( Pause. ) It was a boy.” She said she felt something, you know, like you do . . .
    Morris: Mm . . .
    James: . . . she looked around . . .
    Morris: Where was she?
    James: On the porch . . .
    Morris: Mm.
    James: There was a boy. He saw her, and he ran up thelane. ( Pause. ) Now: ( Pause. ) Where would he be coming from . . . ?
    Morris: . . . I don't know.
    James: Well, I don't know either. Nothing up there, and what would he be doing up there . . . ? ( Pause. )
    Morris: Now when was this?
    James: Just at dusk. I said, “You see funny things in that light.” ( Pause. ) “Yes,” she says, “I saw this plain as day, though, and it was a boy. He saw me, and he ran away.”
    Morris: Did she say what he was wearing?
    James: No, and I'll tell you, I