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Killed By
A Mule
John Tindall, son of Leonard Tindall, living in Red Oak community,
was thrown by a mule Tuesday night while on his way to preaching at North Church,
and was so badly injured that he died Thursday morning. He was buried at North Church cemetery
Friday morning, Rev. S. F. Baucom conducting the burial ceremonies. The family have the deepest sympathy of the
entire community and all acquaintances.
{Son of Mary Partin and James Leonard Tindall.}
John I.
Tindall
Wednesday
21, 1911
John Tindall, son of Leonard and Mary Tindall, of Red Oak community, "passed from death unto life
eternal" at 8:30 o'clock
on the
morning of August 8, 1901.
John was born in Nacogdoches County on the 22nd day of October
1877,
being therefore at the time of his death 23 years, 9 months and 16 days
old. Scarcely a year ago he had a
severe attack of slow fever which came very near proving fatal, but he had
fully recovered and was, up to the time of his misfortune, the very picture of
health.
On the night of the 16th instance, John, in the company of his
sister, had started to North Church where a protracted meeting was in progress
and on the way his horse became frightened, threw him off, and in the fall
sustained injuries from which he never recovered.
He was born and raised in this community and was known for his
pious
manner, his genteel demeanor, and his exemplary habits. If we only record the achievements
of the social life of John Tindall and his record as a Christian gentleman, our
sketch would be very incomplete.
His obedience to those in authority, his humble life as a citizen,
his love for home and family, and his undying devotion to the principles of
truth are the grandest features of his eternal life. He joined the Missionary Baptist Church at Shepherd in 1898 and
has since lived upright, consistent Christian life.
The writer stands in a position to know the sterling qualities of
this young man perhaps better than almost anyone else, having been associated
with him as teacher and pupil for the past eight years.
Truth was his motto. Honor
his watchword. Industry his daily practice.
Charity and Integrity circumscribed his actions toward his fellow
man. Perseverance a characteristic that
enabled him to accomplish his undertakings under trying circumstances. Patience enabled him to endure his
sufferings without complaint. These
qualities were often called into requisition, for it was his lot to
suffer. But he bore his sufferings with
that resignation, courage and fortitude that is ever present with the true
child of God.
He was pure in his life, honest and upright in his dealings, and
as chaste as a woman in his conversation. It seems sad indeed that the dark
shadow of the relentless foe of man should intrude his presence upon our
community and take from among us one so bright in his strong young
manhood. But such in the providence of
God. He is gone and we can only mourn
his loss, and indulge the hope that the good he has done may live after
him. The death of our friend emphasizes
the words of Jerusalem's king: "A
good name is better than precious ointment, and the day of death than the day
of one's birth" Death came to him as a benediction that followed a
sacrifice, and the same angel that bade him leave this world spoke not only to
the soul of John Tindall, but to parents, relatives and friends, "Peace,
be still."
Loved ones, sorrow not for him for he is not dead but only
sleeping the sleep of the righteous to awake in the beauty morning of the
resurrection in that bright beyond where pain and suffering entereth not.