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Evening Star, Issue 23832, 12 March 1941, Page 8

Night and morning fog, prevalent at this time of the year, and only dispersed by the strengthening rays of the morning sun, presents a remarkable picture to those people fortunate enough to live above the fog line. This morning the harbour and the adjacent coast lino presented an amazing picture from the top of Mt. Cargill. A 500 ft deep blanket filled the harbour and its tributary valleys. All that met the gaze was a rolling sea of glittering white billows, upon which seemingly floated a few isolated islands, which were in reality Harbour Cone, and similar high peaks on the Peninsula, together with other points* on the northern side of the harbour. The whole mystery world glistened and sparkled like freshly-fallen snow with the sun’s rays upon it.