|Transcribed by Norma Knotts Shaffer from microfilm
of the Calhoun Chronicle dated 9/18/1906.
The subject of this sketch is H. Ora Collins, son of Manley S. and Hannah
Collins. Was born January 16th 1887, and was struck, and instantly
killed by lightning Aug. 21st, 1906, at the home of Archie Burrows, of
He was 19 years 7 months and 5 days old.
He and his sister, Miss Oda Collins (both of whom are school teachers)
left their home at Freed, Sunday morning, Aug. 19th, to attend the Teacher's
Institute, at Grantsville.
Sunday night they spent at the home of their cousin Archie Burrows,
and Monday morning found them both enrolled in the Institute.
After adjournment Tuesday evening he took his Institute and note books
to his sister and told her to take care of them for him.
She tried to persuade him to stay in town for the lecture that night,
but he said "No I am going back out to Archie's." She wanted to go
with him, but he told her, no, she had better stay where she was.
After stopping at Mr. Martin's, where he ate his last supper, he went
on out to Mr. Burrows'.
He seemed in the best of spirits all evening following the girls about
their work, laughing and chatting all the while.
The family sat up rather late and although a terrible storm was raging
without, happy and contented the inmates of that home little thought of
the terrible scene they were to witness ere the light of another day.
After putting away his coat and hat he removed his shoes.
He then requested the girls to sing, they sang "Guiding Star."
He then turned to Mrs. Burrows and said, "Amy you didn't sing, I want to
hear you sing." She sang, "When our waiting here is over, Jesus for
us will come" and he joined in and helped her sing it.
He got up from his chair and walked over to the couch and sat down beside
Miss Eva Burrows.
About five minutes later there came a terrific crash of thunder and
lightning which struck the top of the flue, tearing it all to pieces, ripping
apart the ceiling, striking the clock and tearing it all to pieces, blew
panes of glass out of the windows, throwing all the inmates to the floor
and tearing every pin out of their clothes, blew out the lamps, and left
all in total darkness.
As soon as they began to recover from the shock they began to call each
other's name all answered but Ora and he had gone to answer the roll call
Mr. Burrows said, "My God! I am afraid poor little Ora is dead."
Lamps were lit but Oh, what a great change they beheld (illegible).
A moment ago he was (illegible) ing and talking, the next moment and
his spirit has taken its flight and he lay lifeless on the floor.
In a moment, in the twinkle of an eye, his precious life was snuffed
out, and his spirit was wafted home to the God who gave it. How true
are the words: "In the midst of life we are in death." And
"be ye also prepared, for in the moment and hour when ye think not
I will come again."
Everything that loving hands could do to bring him back to life, was
done, but in vain.
The last summons had come and he had obeyed the call.
His sister was sent for at midnight and his father notified.
The next day his remains were brought back to the home which he had
left so joyfully but three short days before.
Thursday at noon his remains were laid to rest in the home grave-yard
beside his mother and little brother, who had preceded him to the Glory
World by a few years.
A large concourse of sorrowing friends were present.
It was announced that his funeral and that of his Grandfather, Hezekiah
(after whom he was named) would be preached, at Hoy Chapel the Fourth Sunday
in September 1906, by Rev. Stead.
He was converted in a protracted meeting held by Rev. Warner, at Hoy
Chapel Jan. 16, 1903, which was his sixteenth birthday.
Since that time he has lived a faithful consecrated Christian life,
and was an active worker in church and Sunday school, where he will be
greatly missed. For the last two summers he has been secretary N.B.S.S.,
and when he came and found the superintendent absent, as sometimes happens,
he would take charge of the school and carry it on successfully.
His last Sunday evening was spent at church on Road Fork.
(Here we find our space inadequate to the length of the obituary, and
can only give the essence of the remainder. Ed.)
Was handsome, intellectually strong and possessed of high and noble
ambitions. Medicine his chosen profession and was bending every energy
to get through school and reach the goal. - A Friend