When it was learned that Gramps was not at Deacon Brown’s, considerable anxiety began to be manifested on the part of neighbors.  Some suggested that it was possible that Gramps could have been in the barn when it burned.  Of course, care was exercised that such remarks should not reach the ears of Mrs. Gramps.  Messages were sent to all the neighbors in search of Gramps.  Someone had the idea that possibly he had gone to Dobbinsville or Ridgetown, but searchers sent to these places reported that he had not been seen at either place for several days.  Preacher Bonds consoled Mrs. Gramps with the suggestion that doubtless he would show up before night.  However, when night came with no signs of Deacon Gramps the whole community took an attitude of real alarm as to the likelihood that he had been burned to death.  It was announced that there would be no meeting services at Mount Olivet Church, and Jake Benton dismissed his services and joined heartily in the search for the Deacon, who had dealt him so many grievous blows while Mrs. Benton did everything in her power to console Mrs. Gramps.

The search continued all through the night with no results.  By early Monday morning there was general excitement for miles around.  Scores of people came that morning from Dobbinsville and Ridgetown, and gazed on the mysterious scene of the former beautiful barn, now an ash heap.  Officers came down from the county-seat and joined in the search for the lost Deacon.  About the middle of the afternoon on Monday it was decided that the ash-heap should be searched for any evidence that the man had burned with the barn This search had not gone far when the county sheriff found in the ashes the steel back-springs and blades of a pocket-knife.  Near by were found some pieces of enamel resembling a man’s teeth.  Next was found a small melted mass of something which seemed to have been a suspender buckle.  Preacher Bonds picked up three pieces of silver which proved to have been so many silver dollars.  Several pieces of bones were found, but these were so nearly charred to dust that it was impossible to determine whether they were bones of a man or bones of some of the many animals that perished with the building.  However, all these articles mentioned were found within a very close proximity to each other, and in the minds of most people present there was now no doubt as to the fate of Deacon Gramps.  On Monday night the coroner rendered a verdict that the Deacon met his death by being accidentally burned to death.  Mrs. Gramps swooned away and had to have the attention of old Doctor Greenwich from Dobbinsville.  In the event of the illness of Mrs. Gramps, it devolved upon Preacher Bonds to make full arrangements for the funeral, in which affair Jake Benton and his good wife showed every disposition to help where help was possible.

Preacher Bonds went to Dobbinsville and sent a telegram to each of the Deacon’s five sons, two of whom lived in St. Louis, and three in Chicago.  He also sent a telegram to a minister in St. Louis to come to preach the funeral, as, he said, he did not feel that he could officiate at the funeral of such a worthy brother as the departed.  This St. Louis preacher had been a college chum of Preacher Bonds, and was full of the Mount Olivet persuasion.