The business district burned down in July of 1892, and the Standard Mill caught fire in 1898. Imagine fighting wooden structure fires with this level of suppression equipment! Wealth of ore and tailings rebuilt the town, and the mill reopened in less than a year. The firehouse bell also announced the steady flux of funerals, tolling the age of the deceased. In wilder days, a child en route to Bodie wrote the diary entry, "Goodbye, God ... I'm going to Bodie."