30 August 1945 As the water-diviner walked to and fro the twig seemed to take charge
Hereford, August 26
After working for hours I fetched a water-diviner. He lives a long way from here and I only got him on to the farm when the light was failing. To me a man thus gifted appears dim and occult.
Seen from the hill the valley was dark and the sky torn by a mass of ragged black cloud with fiery edges on a background of flush. As the water-diviner walked to and fro the twig seemed to take charge; it turned right up into his face, and his hands became sore with gripping it. It remains to be seen if we can find all this water that is said to be there; you can do such a lot of digging once you begin. As for me, no twig in my hands will give the slightest tremor.
On the journey back the diviner told me of how last winter he had helped a cottager to dig a well: the water was there, but it seems to have been a very unpleasant job; the walls of the well threatened to cave in and bury them, not to mention the cold and the lack of light, but it seems to have been a success in the end.
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