Memoirs of William Miller - Sylvester Bliss

and an accident which proved almost fatal to Mr.
Miller, are described in the following letter to his
wife.
“Camp at Burlington, June 13th, 1813.
“Dear Lucy: -- I am now at this place, after a
fatiguing march. My feet are worn all out, and my
body is very sore. On our march from Bennington
to this place, I met with an accident, which almost
deprived me of life. The last day of our march, my
feet and ankles being very lame, I hired a passage
in a wagon, with four or five of my brother
officers. Capt. Clark and myself got into the hind
part of the wagon, and, while fixing the seat, the
horses started, and threw me out. I fell on the back
part of my head, and they have since informed me
that I lay as if dead for fifteen or twenty minutes.
They put me into the wagon, and carried me five or
six miles, before I came to my senses. My head is
still very sore. Ensign Dake was in the wagon, and
paid the strictest attention to me.
“I have not much news of consequence to
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