Place withheld · 1886-01-01 · from the PHANTASMS archive
Knocking
I think the time must have been very early in the morning. I remember a boat capsized the day before, and washed up. The mate said we would go and bring her off in the morning, but the exact time I cannot remember. It was a terrible position, and the surf was awful. We were knocked end over end, and it was the most narrow escape I ever had — and I have had many ; but this one was so impressed on my mind with the circumstances — the remarks and jeers of the men, — ' Boy, what was you calling for your mother for'? Do you think she could pull you out of Davey Jones' locker,' &c., with other language I cannot use. The following is an extract from a letter written to Commander Aylesbury by one of his sisters, and forwarded to us, in 1883 : — I distinctly remember the incident you mention in your letter (the voice calling ' Mother ' ) ; it made such an impression on my mind, I shall never forget it. We were sitting quietly at work one evening ; it was about 9 o'clock. I think it must have been late in the summer as we had left the street door open. We first heard a faint cry of ' Mother'; we all looked up, and said to one another, ' Did you hear that ? Someone cried out
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This is a witness statement collected in the 1880s by Edmund Gurney, Frederic Myers and Frank Podmore of the Society for Psychical Research, and published in Phantasms of the Living (1886), the first large scientific collection of such testimony. Witnesses signed their statements and were often corroborated by others, whose statements appear as their own accounts. The book is in the public domain; the text is verbatim save for scanning artifacts, and the full volumes are at archive.org.
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