Mr. Gring became ill, sent the rest of his carvings to his sisters and brothers in Kansas and told everyone he was going by air, also. One day he was gone from his home, leaving letters to several friends and one to tell where to find him . The men who sought him found his ashes where his letter had told them to look. He had created his own funeral pyre
of wood and set fire to it . He had gone “by air” as he had said he would. – Echoing Footsteps