spoondrift

The spoondrift began to fly so that you could not see the moon, and the wind was enough to choke you if you faced it.

And it was cold—oh, it was cold!The pinching cold was like a vise: Spoondrift flew freezing,—fold on foldIt coated them with ice.

She dodged occasionally to protect her eyes from the spoondrift which slatted so sharply across the deck and 156 into the cockpit.

But if we got off about here and went right through those woods yonder, wed reach the Spoondrift bungalow in an hour.