After a journey of three days I arrived here in safety – A more delightful ride I never had than for the two first days after we left Hartford – nothing happened to disturb us or occasion us the least uneasiness – we made several calls on our acquaintances as we passed along – staid the first night in Winchester, the second in W. Stockbridge. The third day also passed off just as pleasantly until we arrived within two miles of Troy when lo and behold our horse (which has a trick of stumbling) was going down a hill upon a gentle trot, hitched forward and fell flat onto his side throwing cousin John and myself out of the chaise. When we had ascertained that we were not in the least injured, I set about gathering up my things which were scattered in profusion on the bank around me. My situation was indeed a ludicrous one – my hat in one place, combs in another, curls in another We neither of us could refrain from laughing heartily. When I had collected my things I got into the chaise again and we came home – I then began to realize the danger I had been in – and felt sincerely thankful that my life had been so miraculously preserved. I hardly see how it was
