Let us not be too particular.

It is better to have old second-hand diamonds than none at all.
-- Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar.
November 27.

To-day we reached Gisborne, and anchored in a big bay; there was a heavy sea on, so we remained on board.
We were a mile from shore; a little steam-tug put out from the land; she was an object of thrilling interest; she would climb to the summit of a billow, reel drunkenly there a moment, dim and gray in the driving storm of spindrift, then make a plunge like a diver and remain out of sight until one had given her up, then up she would dart again, on a steep slant toward the sky, shedding Niagaras of water from her forecastle--and this she kept up, all the way out to us.

She brought twenty-five passengers in her stomach--men and women mainly a traveling dramatic company.

In sight on deck were the crew, in sou'westers, yellow waterproof canvas suits, and boots to the thigh.