Soon will come a mist—unlike any mist or fog or frost-smoke you ever saw.
The frost-smoke is wreathing the red zone of our southern horizon.
As we sail on, the sea steams like a line-kiln, “frost-smoke” covers it.
As we sail on, the sea steams like a lime-kiln, "frost-smoke" covers it.
Yet we sped swiftly on, until a dark line was seen ahead with wreaths of "frost-smoke" curling over it.
frost-smoke from opening cracks was showing in all directions during October 6.