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Last night we talked about the cutter, we dreamed about it, we worried about it. When we first sighted her we thought she might be Hurry Home, for there was no telling whether or not she had a mizzenmast; but once we were home and had studied her through the binocular there was no question about her belonging to a species of vessel much evolved above Captain Prospect's "ship".
She had a long main gaff and a tall mast, she was painted white, and there was an odd structure aft, which I took to be some kind of shelter for the man at the wheel.