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| 1 | Many peculiar circumstances and events connected |
| | with my childhood throng the chambers of memory. |
| 3 | For some twelve months, when I was about eight years |
| | old, I repeatedly heard a voice, calling me distinctly by |
| | name, three times, in an ascending scale. I thought this |
| 6 | was my mother's voice, and sometimes went to her, be- |
| | seeching her to tell me what she wanted. Her answer was |
| | always, "Nothing, child! What do you mean?" Then |
| 9 | I would say, "Mother, who did call me? I heard some- |
| | body call Mary, three times!" This continued until I |
| | grew discouraged, and my mother was perplexed and |
| 12 | anxious. |
| | One day, when my cousin, Mehitable Huntoon, was |
| | visiting us, and I sat in a little chair by her side, in the |
| 15 | same room with grandmother,--the call again came, so |
| | loud that Mehitable heard it, though I had ceased to |
| | notice it. Greatly surprised, my cousin turned to me and |
| 18 | said, "Your mother is calling you!" but I answered not, |
| | till again the same call was thrice repeated. Mehitable |
| | then said sharply, "Why don't you go? your mother is |
| 21 | calling you!" I then left the room, went to my mother, |
| | and once more asked her if she had summoned me? She |
| | answered as always before. Then I earnestly declared |
| 24 | my cousin had heard the voice, and said that mother |
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