The smell of the dust was as unpleasant as the sting.

It made her nostrils smart.

It was penetrating, and a little more of it would have been suffocating.

And as a leaden gray bank of broken clouds rolled up the wind grew stronger and the air colder.

Chilled before, Carley now became thoroughly cold.
There appeared to be no end to the devastated forest land, and the farther she rode the more barren and sordid grew the landscape.