He had been in town less than an hour when the editor of the Sequoia
Sentinel sent up his card. The announcement of the incorporation of
the Northern California Outrage (for so had Mr. Ogilvy, in huge
enjoyment of the misery he was about to create, dubbed the road) had
previously been flashed to the Sentinel by the United Press
Association, as a local feature story, and already speculation was
rife in Sequoia as to the identity of the harebrained individuals who
dared to back an enterprise as nebulous as the millennium. Mr. Ogilvy
was expecting the visit--in fact, impatiently awaiting it; and since
the easiest thing he did was to speak for publication, naturally the
editor of the Sentinel got a story which, to that individual's simple
soul, seemed to warrant a seven-column head--which it received.
Having boned up on the literature of the Redwood Manufacturers'
Association, what Buck Ogilvy didn't know about redwood timber,
redwood lumber, the remaining redwood acreage and market conditions,
past and present, might have been secreted in the editorial eye
without seriously hampering the editorial sight. He stated that the
capital behind the project was foreign, that he believed in the
success of the project and that his entire fortune was dependent upon
the completion of it.
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