I have been re-reading John McPhee's The Pine Barrens in bits and pieces, and just got to this part (pages 107-110)….
July 12, 1954 was a hot day in a time of drought. The woods of the greater Chatsworth area were "loaded with fuel" as foresters put it, for there had been no large fires in the section for some years. The Chatsworth Fire, as it eventually came to be known, started in a cedar swamp nine miles northwest of the town. Eddie Parker saw it at 4:04 PM and called it in.
At 8 A.M on July 14th, a fire warden named William Phoenix flew over the fire in a light plane and reported that it seemed to be pretty much under control. That afternoon, however, winds even higher than those of the two previous days came up, and, before them, several new head fires developed in broadly separated places. These new head fires jumped the previous lines of containment. They crowned and, like warships converging, they moved toward Chatsworth. By this time, some two hundred fire trucks from all over central and southern New Jersey, and even from Pennsylvania, had arrived.
By nightfall, the winds were moving at seventy miles an hour, and Chatsworth did seem to be doomed. Sparks from the returning fire were actually showering into the streets when rain began to fall. A brief but extremely heavy rainstorm drenched Chatsworth. People who watched the fire from distant hills say that the storm moved across the woods like a dark, reaching arm and, coming to the reddest part of the fire, killed it. Segments burned on for three weeks more, but most of the destruction had been ended by the storm over Chatsworth, which saved the town. Twelve buildings were burned, and nineteen thousand five hundred acres of land.