As soon as Mr. Reedy's fountain pen was ready for action our planchette began:
"Well, I should doff my plaidie and don a kirtle, for 'tis not the sands o' Dee but the wearing o' the green." There was a wide sweep of the planchette, and then, "'Tis not the shine of steel that always reflects; but it is the claymore that cuts.
Jap Herron. A Novel Written from the Ouija Board.
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With the large mass of Europeans such superstitions, thanks to modern enlightenment, are taken at their true value; but so long as there are among ourselves people who believe in planchettes, we cannot quite afford to look with supercilious contempt upon the African who believes in wizards.
L.H. Samuelson. Some Zulu Customs and Folk-lore
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The planchette had sat then as it sat now, a triangular spider on three stubby legs, pencil pointing down.