There began the sea, the tumult of which could be distinctly heard during the equinoctial gales.
"The Underground City" by Jules Verne
It was in the latter days of September, and the equinoctial gales had set in with exceptional violence.
"The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" by Arthur Conan Doyle
Part of the cliff had been partially beaten down, no doubt, by the sea in some equinoctial gale.
"In Search of the Castaways" by Jules Verne
The weather was dull, and the sea, forefeeling the approach of the equinoctial gales, was restless and heaving.
"An Iceland Fisherman" by Pierre Loti
It was the equinoctial gales we came in for.
"The Lady From The Sea" by Henrik Ibsen
The equinoctial gales come back again.
"The Recollections of Geoffrey Hamlyn" by Henry Kingsley
From the middle of March it looked as if the equinoctial gales were over, for we had quite fine weather all the way to Buenos Aires.
"The South Pole, Volumes 1 and 2" by Roald Amundsen
The captain thought it prudent to refuse, and to seek shelter from an equinoctial gale in the harbor of Flecknoe.
"Memoir of the Life of John Quincy Adams." by Josiah Quincy
I don't know if you remember that equinoctial gale that blew about the 18th or 19th.
"My New Curate" by P.A. Sheehan
I was sure that this was the beginning of the equinoctial gale.
"Swept Out to Sea" by W. Bertram Foster