These gusts often came with alarming suddenness; and without any warning.

Hussey was outside in the blizzard digging up the day's meat, which had frozen to the ground, when a gust caught him and drove him down the spit towards the sea.

Fortunately, when he reached the softer sand and shingle below high-water mark, he managed to stick his pick into the ground and hold on with both hands till the squall had passed.
On one or two rare occasions they had fine, calm, clear days.

The glow of the dying sun on the mountains and glaciers filled even the most materialistic of them with wonder and admiration.

These days were sometimes succeeded by calm, clear nights, when, but for the cold, they would have stayed out on the sandy beach all night.
About the middle of May a terrific blizzard sprang up, blowing from sixty to ninety miles an hour, and Wild entertained grave fears for their hut.