When the "chinook" blows long enough to melt the snow away, all goes well.
"Two Years in Oregon"
Wallis Nash
But now and again comes the west or southwest "chinook."
"Two Years in Oregon"
Wallis Nash
And I've sent to chinook for the dance music-harp, two fiddles, and a coronet-and you ain't going to stall the hull thing now.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower