One night about nine o'clock, Mr.Colver was on the long, lonely road coming toward home.

He had a very heavy load on his wagon.

The wheels scraped on the wagon bottom, and the team went with a heavy, dragging sound.
As the heavy wagon came opposite a clump of white blossoming buckeye trees, one of the fore wheels of the dragging wagon suddenly gave way and fell off.

Mr.Colver was thrown violently from the wagon's high seat into the road, among the tumbling heavy boxes and barrels.
The sharp corner of one box struck Mr.Colver's head near the temple.
The weary horses waited to be urged forward again.

They did not know that their driver lay insensible in the road.
It was early gray morning before one of the teamsters who boarded at the Colvers' found Mr.Colver lying still insensible, and brought him home.