Clouds of sand with whirling pebbles came rushing through the air

TCD MS 10515 folio 116 recto

TCD MS 10515 folio 116 recto

tickling and determination to explore ones eyes and nose and ears, almost drive me frantic.
At length the storm burst with great violence. Clouds of sand with whirling pebbles came rushing through the air borne on a terrific wind. In the light of day it would have been a magnificent sight. It was impossible to face its fury, as it is impossible to face a blizzard. The sand was as blinding as driven snow. Tents were whirled from the ground, huts collapsed, tins and boxes and clothing came hustling through the camp. Property was swept away. One officer had to hastily decide whether he would give to the storm his false teech of a five rupee note, but the wind hastened his decision by carrying off the latter. My tent was