Beside the little Pawcatuck River, six miles back of where the Atlantic makes Watch Hill a swank summer resort, the lively 270-year-old town of Westerly, R. I. (pop.: 11,000) lies snug against most ordinary ocean blows. But the one that whistled in on the afternoon of last September 21 was no ordinary blow, it was the wildest in the memory of any New Englander. Having washed a good deal of Watch Hill away, it tossed garages and outbuildings into the air, snapped off church steeples, huffed houses down, crippled the power lines, blew in,...
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