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wliere it stood. The flames, as if rejoicing in their 

 power, swept onward over the hill, to the north, leav- 

 ing desolation behind them, and paused onl}^ when 

 thej found no dry thing to consume. Any other 

 man than the owner of the town, would have sunk 

 under the calamity. Some $50,000 of his property 

 was destroyed, and, with other embarrassments press- 

 ing upon him, the spirit of any other man would have 



been broken. Not so with P C . With a 



will that nothing could bend — an energy unconquer- 

 able as destiny — he rose up from the misfortune that 

 overwhelmed him, defiant of fate, and scorning the 

 power of the elements, he reared from those ashes of 

 desolation, a ]3hoenix — stronger and better than that 

 which destruction had swept away. Where the old 

 mill stood, stands a better one. Hundreds of thou- 

 sands of feet of lumber are joHed along the road, for 

 half a mile, and great stacks of it surround the mill. 

 Thirty teams are drawing from these long rows of 

 piled-up boards, and as one pile disappears another 

 takes its place. Where the former tavern and store 

 stood, stands another and a better. Each dwelling- 

 house destroyed, is replaced by a new one, and a few 

 charred fragments scattered about, are all that remains 



