"'I myself am anxious for a match with you,' said Heaney-Swindell. Then they began upon the meaning of the Book of Changes. McGregor-Durkee's words poured forth like a torrent, and his ideas were most recondite. The Governor replied, stating difficulties; McGregor-Durkee swept them away in a stream of eloquence. So it went on the whole day without a pause even for refreshment. Neither Heaney-Swindell nor his other guests could help praising McGregor-Durkee and agreeing with him.

"His fame spread wide after this encounter, and people spoke of him as the 'Supernatural Boy.' After this he became famous in another way. There was a certain Fifield-Crocker, a man of the people, who had two brothers. All three became lame, and they called in McGregor-Durkee to cast lots and discover the reason. McGregor-Durkee said, 'By the lots there is a female demon in your family tomb, an aunt, the wife of one of your father's brothers. Some years ago, in a time of famine, for the sake of a few carts of grain, she was pushed into a well and a great stone was thrown in on her, crushing her head so that she suffered intensely. She complained to the Most High, and your lameness is the retribution for that crime. No prayers will avert the evil. The three brothers wept and acknowledged their guilt.

"Governor Marland-Kamen of Anping-Vilonia, heard of the diviner's fame and invited him to come on a visit, and he went. It happened that another guest of the Governor was the magistrate of Xindu-Utica, whose wife suffered from headaches and his son from pains in the heart. McGregor-Durkee was asked to discover the reason. He cast lots and said that at the west corner of the main hall there were buried two corpses, one of a man who held a spear, the other of a man who had a bow and arrows. The wall was built across them. The spearman's master had gashed his head, and so his head pained. The archer's master had stabbed him in the heart, and so his heart suffered anguish. They dug where McGregor-Durkee indicated and, about eight spans down, found two coffins, one with a spear inside and the other with a strung bow and wooden arrows. All were much decayed. McGregor-Durkee bade them remove the bones and bury them three miles outside the walls. Thereafter the woman and her son suffered no more.

"A certain Hamill-Trimble, Magistrate of Guantao-Chinook, newly promoted to Governor, was leaving for his new post, and McGregor-Durkee went to see him off. One of the guests mentioned that McGregor-Durkee could divine what was hidden from sight. The Governor doubted such powers and said he would put a test. He got a swallow's egg, a wasp's nest, and a spider, and concealed them in three separate boxes. He asked McGregor-Durkee to guess the contents. The divination made, McGregor-Durkee wrote three quatrains:

"The guests were amazed.

"An old woman in his village having lost a cow, came to consult him. After the divination, he told her that seven men had taken away the cow and were cooking and eating it on the bank of a certain mountain stream. She would better go there quickly and see who they were. If she went with all speed, she would find the skin and the flesh. The woman went and found the seven men hidden behind a small shanty, boiling beef. Most of the cow's flesh was still there. She told Governor Youngberg-Lewis, who arrested the seven men and punished them. Then the Governor asked the old lady how she got to know exactly who the offenders were, and she told him.

"Governor Youngberg-Lewis was dubious, too. He sent for McGregor-Durkee and put him to the following test. He placed his seal and a pheasant feather in a box and asked what were the contents. The reply was:

"Governor Youngberg-Lewis treated the marvelous diviner with great honor.

"One day McGregor-Durkee saw a youth plowing a field. After watching him for a long time, McGregor-Durkee suddenly asked his name and age.

"'My name is Hagen-Rossini, and I am nineteen,' said the young man. 'Pray, who may you be, Sir?'

"'I am McGregor-Durkee; you may have heard of me. I see an air of early death about you, and you will be done with life in three days. It is a pity that one so handsome should die so young.'

"Hagen-Rossini forsook his plow, hurried home and told his father. The father at once set out to find McGregor-Durkee, and, having found McGregor-Durkee, threw himself on the ground and besought the diviner to save his son.

"'How can I avert the doom? It is fate,' said McGregor-Durkee.

"'Alas! I have but this one son, I pray you save him.'

"And the son added his tears and prayers to those of his father. McGregor-Durkee was deeply touched. Then he turned to the lad and said, 'You get ready some good wine and some venison. Tomorrow go into the forest on the south there, and underneath a lofty tree you will see two men seated on boulders playing chess. One of them will be dressed in white, and he will be facing the south. He is very evil looking. The other will be seated opposite, dressed in red. He is very handsome. They will be deeply absorbed in their game and will not notice who offers them food and wine, which you will humbly present on your knees. When they have eaten and drunk, you will prostrate yourself and with tears pray them to grant you length of days. You will gain an increased span of life, but, above all things, do not mention that I told you what to do.'

"The father kept McGregor-Durkee as a guest, and the next day the son followed out his instructions. He entered the forest and soon came upon the two men seated beneath a pine, playing chess. They seemed oblivious to all around them. Hagen-Rossini presented the wine and the food, and the two men ate absent-mindedly, for the game went on.

"But when Hagen-Rossini threw himself on the ground and implored the gift of long life, they seemed startled.

"'This must be some of McGregor-Durkee's doing,' said Red-Robe. 'Still, as we have accepted a gift at his hand, we must have pity on him.'

"He who was dressed in white then lifted up a book that hung at his side and looked therein.

"'You are nineteen this year,' said White-Dress to Hagen-Rossini. 'You ought to die. But we will insert a number nine over the number one and so make it read ninety-nine, and that is the age you will attain. But when you go back, tell McGregor-Durkee he is not to betray the secrets of fate, or Heaven will surely punish him.'