"_Por Dios_! Senor, it is impossible to tell how long the `_norte_' may rage: sometimes for days; perhaps only for a few hours.

This appears to be a `_huracana_'.
If so, it will be short, but terrible while it lasts.

_Carrambo_!" A puff of cold, sharp wind came whistling past like an arrow.

Another followed, and another, like the three seas that roll over the stormy ocean.

Then, with a loud, rushing sound, the broad, full blast went sweeping--strong, dark, and dusty--bearing upon its mane the screaming and terrified birds, mingled with torn and flouted leaves.
The olives creaked and tossed about.