I only had ten minutes to think of a solution.

As the cruise ship Explorer was picking its way through the Antarctic sea ice, it hit what experts believe was a growler - a huge iceberg shorn from the Antarctic ice shelf.

Within that wood there was a covert glade, Foreby a narrow foord, to them well knowne […]

So much semblance of the unfanciful truth of things and enforcement from actual humanity these fanciful stories of elfdom have, to give real pleasure and profit, and to bear out the pious conclusion of the Preface...