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went into nearby Milan for a quick lunch, probably
hoping the weather would improve. Sometime
around 3:30, the cream and red Comanche was seen
taking off from the Berlin airport, even though
there were serious snow squalls in the vicinity.
Miller hadn’t submitted a revised flight plan yet,
but the airport official who saw him depart assumed
he’d file one by radio.
Although he had 20 years’ experience as a pilot,
Miller had had only eight hours of instrument train-
ing, so he generally flew low enough to follow the
highways. His plane was identified over Route 2 in
Jefferson at 3:35 p.m. At roughly the same time, an
Army pilot flying high overhead in the clouds heard
Miller twice try to radio the Whitefield Airport.
According to the Army pilot, there was no response
from Whitefield. No further sightings or reports
were ever confirmed.
At 9:00 p.m. that same night, Modestino Cris-
citiello, M.D.—a close friend of the Quinns and,
like the young cardiologist, a 1956 addition to the
Clinic staff and the DMS faculty—informed the
Civil Aeronautics Authority that the two physi-
cians had not returned as expected. Despite sub-
zero temperatures and continued snow squalls, a
search was launched before dawn on Sunday morn-
ing. It quickly became one of the most extensive
searches in the state’s history, covering hundreds of
square miles from Vermont in the west, to Maine in
the east, and as far south as Keene, N.H.
Although the air search was hampered by sev-
eral days of bad weather, it eventually involved the
Civil Air Patrol, the National Guard, the Army,
and the Air Force, as well as dozens of private
planes. February 25—four days after the doctors’
disappearance—brought the first really good weath-
er for aerial surveillance; that day, 70 aircraft criss-
crossed northern New Hampshire. More than 260
suspected sightings had been reported and were in-
vestigated, but none turned up the missing Co-
manche. The intensive air search, which included
both fixed-wing planes and helicopters, continued
for several more days. Before the Air Force with-
drew from the effort in early March, its pilots alone
had contributed nearly 450 sorties, 700 hours of fly-
ing time, and 5,000 gallons of fuel.
Meanwhile, a massive ground search was also
under way, covering some of the wildest terrain in
the Northeast. Soldiers from the National Guard,
state police officers, and conservation officers from
the Department of Fish and Game were joined by
numerous faculty members and students from both
the Medical School and the College, including
many members of the Dartmouth Outing Club. The
Dartmouth-based searchers were inspired by the
tireless efforts of Philip Nice, M.D., a pathology de-
partment colleague of Miller’s, and by Ralph Miller,
Jr., the pilot’s son, who at the time of the accident
was a second-year medical student at Dartmouth.
But in spite of heroic efforts by hundreds of volun-
teers, who endured extended exposure to severe
winter conditions, hope that the doctors would be
found alive began to fade as the days passed.
“Even if [the doctors] escaped death when their
plane went down,” reported the local Valley News
on February 26, “it is doubtful if they could resist
five nights with temperatures as low as 30 degrees
below zero.” On March 1, eight days after the
plane’s disappearance, the official search was halt-
ed. Added to the dwindling hope of a successful res-
cue was fear of possible casualties among the ground
searchers, since even daytime temperatures were
below zero. Still, sporadic search efforts continued,
including occasional air sorties financed by the
Medical School and Mary Hitchcock Hospital.
March and April passed, without any sign of the
missing plane. “Searchers puzzled,” said one news-
paper headline, while the accompanying story read,
“The grim question is ‘How can the wreckage of an
airplane remain undiscovered with so many planes
and searchers probing the area?’”
F
inally, on Tuesday, May 5, more than two
months after the accident, a private plane—
chartered by Dartmouth, piloted by Richard
Stone, and carrying as observer a New Hampshire
conservation officer named Richard Melendy—was
searching the Pemigewasset Wilderness, located
east of the impressive Franconia Ridge. The “Pemi,”
as it is known to hiking and camping enthusiasts, is
the large, uninhabited interior of the White Moun-
tain National Forest. Logging operations there in
the 1800s had left a network of overgrown skid
roads and an abandoned railroad bed once used to
extract millions of board-feet of timber.
To day, the southern boundary of the Pemige-
wasset is marked by the popular Kancamagus High-
way, which bisects the White Mountain National
Forest from Lincoln to Conway. But in 1959, the
Kancamagus was still on the drawing boards, and
the heart of the Pemi was about as far from a paved
road as one could get in New Hampshire.
At about 4:00 p.m. on May 5, Officer Melendy
spotted the wreckage of a small plane across the
Thoreau Falls Trail, at nearly the geographical cen-
ter of the Pemi. Stone flew back to his base and re-
ported the sighting to John Rand, executive direc-
tor of the Dartmouth Outing Club. By 4:00 a.m.
the next morning, a search party had been mobi-
lized. It was led by Miller’s colleague Phil Nice and
included his son, Ralph, Jr.; Stone; Melendy; and
two other conservation officers familiar with the
It was not
uncommon for
Miller to combine
his passion for
flying with his
medical work.
Miller (above) had been a mem-
ber of the DMS faculty since
1931, while Quinn (below) had
come to Hanover only three
years before the 1959 crash.
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