"Driving at all of fifteen miles an hour, [the boat] crashed with the shattering force of a battering ram. Indeed, it speaks a lot for her construction that she simply telescoped instead of resolving into cosmic stardust.
'The waters ... plunged downward, breaking into myriads of drops; each drop, like a lens, gathering prismatic tints from the shining sun, and flashing like diamonds of the purest brilliancy.
" It seemed to me ... that I might hold my own with the old-timer if I judiciously painted up a few lies gathered in the course of my wanderings. Yankee Jim saw every one of my tales and went fifty better.
"Grace D. slid several feet before she could get hold of a rock that would hold her. Even then she realized that it would soon loosen."