THE HURRICANE OF 1865-CRIES IN THE AIR-A BALLOON CAUGHT BY A WATERSPOUT-ONLY THE SEA IN SIGHT-FIVE PASSENGERS-WHAT TOOK PLACE IN THE BASKET-LAND AHEAD!-THE END. "Are we going up again?" "No. On the contrary; we are going down!" "Worse than that, Mr. Smith, we are falling!" "For God's sake throw over all the ballast!" "The last sack is empty!" "And the balloon rises again?" "No!" "I hear the splashing waves!" "The sea is under us!" "It is not five hundred feet off!" Then a strong, clear voice shouted:- "Overboard with all we have, and God help us!" Such were the words which rang through the air above the vast wilderness of the Pacific, towards 4 o'clock in the afternoon of the 23d of March, 1865:- Doubtless, no one has forgotten that terrible northeast gale which vented its fury during the equinox of that year. It was a hurricane lasting without intermission from the 18th to the 26th of March. Covering a space of 1,800 miles, drawn obliquely to the equator, between the 35� of north latitude and 40� south, it occasioned immense destruction both in America and Europe and Asia. Cities in ruins, forests uprooted, shores devastated by the mountains of water hurled upon them, hundreds of shipwrecks, large tracts of territory desolated by the waterspouts which destroyed everything in their path, thousands of persons crushed to the earth or engulfed in the sea; such were the witnesses to its fury left behind by this terrible hurricane. It surpassed in disaster those storms which ravag