We felt almost sure now that we were above Stromness Bay.

A dark object down at the foot of the slope looked like Mutton Island, which lies off Husvik.

I suppose our desires were giving wings to our fancies, for we pointed out joyfully various landmarks revealed by the now vagrant light of the moon, whose friendly face was cloud-swept.
Our high hopes were soon shattered.

Crevasses warned us that we were on another glacier, and soon we looked down almost to the seaward edge of the great riven ice-mass.

I knew there was no glacier in Stromness and realized that this must be Fortuna Glacier.