"Scots Wha Haena."

As the train left the station, a vainglorious few waved tartan bonnets, while the Otago haka team, from whom they had been [unclear: rifled], danced on the platform in impotent rage.

After inspecting our sleeplng-quartors on the Wahine, we donned lifebelts and went on deck singing hymns for those in peril on the sea. By our coolness, panic was averted. However, the captain courteously assured us there was no danger; that the boat was seaworthy, if we weren't; and that we could safely put the lifebelts back where we got them, please.

[At this point our reporter collapsed. The torment of Tournament, libations and expiations, lunches and counter-lunches, had been too much.]—H.W.G.