I stumbled into the cabin and fell upon a buffalo robe and lay there absolutely spent.

Jones and Frank came in a few minutes apart, each anathematizing the gritty, powdery sand.
All day the desert storm raged and roared.

The dust sifted through the numerous cracks in the cabin burdened our clothes, spoiled our food and blinded our eyes.

Wind, snow, sleet and rainstorms are discomforting enough under trying circumstances; but all combined, they are nothing to the choking stinging, blinding sandstorm.
"Shore it'll let up by sundown," averred Jim.

And sure enough the roar died away about five o'clock, the wind abated and the sand settled.
Just before supper, a knock sounded heavily o the cabin door.