Where the snowstorms wild Raised o'er him a tomb, While the North wind sang Dirges in the gloom.
"Russian Lyrics"
Translated by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi
In the fall and winter almost every day local snowstorms and blizzards were seen playing over this great basin and on the sides of the distant range.
"A Gold Hunter's Experience"
Chalkley J. Hambleton
The emotion would very probably be sentiment-the memory of wonderful northland snowstorms, of huge fires, of evenings with Roosevelt, when discussions always led to unknowable fields, when book after book yielded its phrase or sentence of pure gold thought.
"Edge of the Jungle"
William Beebe