‘Hush！’said Andreoli；‘do you hear?’
‘What?’replied Zambecarri.
‘A singular noise！’
‘You are mistaken！’
‘No！-Do you see those midnight travellers, listening to that incomprehensible sound?Have they struck against a rower?Are they about to be precipitated on the roofs?Do you hear it?It is like the sound of the ocean！’
‘Impossible！’
‘It is the roaring of the waves！’
‘That is true！-Light！Llight！’
After fve fruitless attempts, Andreoli obtained it. It was three oclock. The sound of the waves was heard with violence；they almost touched the surface of the sea.
‘We are lost！’exclaimed Zambecarri, seizing a bag of ballast.
‘Help！’cried Andreoli.
The car touched the water, and the waves covered them breast high. To the sea with instruments, garments, money！The aeronauts stripped entirely. The lightened balloon rose with frightful rapidity. Zambecarri was seized with violent vomiting. Grossetti bled freely. The unhappy men could not speak；their respiration was short. They were seized with cold, and in a moment covered with a coat of ice. The moon appeared to them red as blood. After having traversed these high regions during half an hour, the machine again fell into the sea. It was four oclock in the morning：the bodies of the wretched aeronauts were half in the water, and the balloon, acting as a sail, dragged them about during several hours. At daybreak, they found themselves opposite Pesaro, fve miles from the shore；they were about to land, when a sudden faw of wind drove them back to the open sea. They were lost！The affrighted barks fled at their approach. Fortunately, a more intelligent navigator hailed them, took them on board；and they landed at Ferrara. That was frightful！Zambecarri was a brave man. Scarcely recovered from his sufferings, he recommenced his ascensions. In one of them, he struck against a tree；his lamp, flled with spirits of wine, was spilled over his clothes, and they caught fre；he was covered with fame, his machine was beginning to kindle, when he descended, half burned. The 21st September，1812，he made another ascension at Bologna；his balloon caught in a tree；his lamp set fre to it. Zambecarri fell, and was killed！