sphere of the moon's attraction, and had its velocity so increased that
its augmented centrifugal force had carried it off into space again,
whence, drawn by the superior attractive force of the earth, it had fallen
and ended its career forever?"

At another time, Dr. Denton tested the psychometrist with a whalebone
walking cane. She supposed it to be wood, but when she began to report her
psychic impressions, they came as follows: "I feel as though I were a
monster. There is nothing of a tree about it, and it is useless for me to
go further. I feel like vomiting. Now I want to plunge into the water. I
believe that I am going to have a fit. My jaws are large enough to take
down a house at a gulp. I now know what this is--it is whalebone. I see
the inside of the whale's mouth. It has no teeth. It has a slimy look, but
I only get a glimpse of it. Now, I see the whole animal. What an awful
looking creature."

Another time, Dr. Denton gave the psychometrist a minute piece of the
enamel of the tooth of a mastodon, which had been found thirty feet below
the surface of the earth. The psychometrist had not the slightest
knowledge of the character of the tiny flake of enamel handed her, but
nevertheless reported: "My impression is that it is a part of some
monstrous animal, probably part of a tooth. I feel like a perfect monster,
with heavy legs, unwieldy head, and very large body. I go down to a
shallow stream to drink. I can hardly speak, my jaws are so heavy. I feel
like getting down on all fours. What a noise comes through the woods. I
have an impulse to answer it. My ears are very large and leathery, and I
can almost fancy they flap in my face as I move my head. There are some
older ones than I. It seems so out of keeping to be talking with these
heavy jaws. They are dark brown, as if they had been completely tanned.
There is one old fellow, with large tusks, that looks very tough. I see
several younger ones. In fact, there is a whole herd. My upper lip moves
curiously; I can flap it up. It seems strange to me how it is done. There
is a plant growing here, higher than my head. It is nearly as thick as my
wrist, very juicy, sweet, and tender--something like green corn in taste,
but sweeter. It is not the taste it would have to a human being--oh no! it
is sickenish, and very unpleasant to the human taste." These instances
might be multiplied indefinitely, but the principle is the same in each.
In my own experience, I gave a s