ELSEWHERE our correspondent at Minneapolis gives his impressions of the storm as he viewed the ruins the next day. The following is from the Minneapolis Times of June 14, sent us by a friend:— “In the southwest appeared a black cloud, cone-shaped, the apex near the earth and the funnel in the sky. With an ominous roar, with its substratum of ghastly green, it advanced. When the storm broke over the center of the town, the main street was filled with hundreds of distracted men, women, and children rushing up and down in frenzied terror. A circus was in town on Monday and people had come from all the surrounding country to see the show. After the circus the people had crowded into the city to do their shopping in the evening. It was at this time the storm-cloud came up from the southwest. The scene that followed defies anything approaching adequate description. The black cloud of destruction enveloped the little city in darkness. The furious whirlwind seized the brick blocks as tho they were mere toys and hurled the debris through the air with terrific velocity. It snatched human beings from the ground and dashed them to the earth again or buried them under tons of ruins, mangling their forms, severing their limbs, crushing them out of all resemblance to humanity. The faces of the dead, even in cases where the features were not distorted or destroyed, were literally filled with dirt and sand that lodged under the skin, imparting a brownish-black hue that often rendered them unrecognizable. Buildings were heaped together; some lay flat on the ground, while the ruins of others still reared their heads, gruesome relics of the horrible devastation wrought by the storm. The tornado had no sooner passed than ‘horror on horror’s head’ accumulated. Fires broke out in the midst of the debris, and those who had not been crushed to death under the collapsing buildings suffered even a worse fate. They were burned to death. The air was filled with the moans and cries and shrieks of the victims, who, pinioned down by the heavy timbers and other debris, perished in the flames. “The scene at New Richmond was horrible. The storm seemed not content with blowing things around and destroying them, but had literally chewed everything to pieces. Machinery which seemed heavy enough to withstand any force which the elements could bring against it, was twisted and turned a thousand different ways. A heavy piece of mining machinery was deposited near the track and was twisted and turned until it hardly retained its form in any part. “Not a single business block remains standing in the entire city. Three-fourths of the private residences are either utterly demolished and scattered to the four winds of heaven, or are in so dilapidated a condition as to render them unfit for human habitation. Never before, in the history of the country, has a cyclone of equal force been attended with such frightful loss of life.” The next day, June 13, the little village of Herman, Neb., was struck by a tornado, a score killed, 100 injured, and every building in the place, save two, demolished. Other sections and towns in Wisconsin and Minnesota suffered more or less from the cyclonic disturbance.