sugarsnow

The last morning a soft sugarsnow had fallen and was falling, and I drove through it down to the station in the carriage which had been given him by his wife's father when they were first married, and been kept all those intervening years in honorable retirement for this final use.

My Mark Twain (from Literary Friends and Acquaintance) William Dean Howells 1878

The last morning a soft sugarsnow had fallen and was falling, and I drove through it down to the station in the carriage which had been given him by his wife's father when they were first married, and been kept all those intervening years in honorable retirement for this final use.

Literary Friends and Acquaintance; a Personal Retrospect of American Authorship William Dean Howells 1878