(SA) 79-00-00 (x) The Redwood Tree

adventure Tonight's story by Norman Partington is entitled the Redwood Tree There it is straight in the line of sex unavoidable Want to take a look see through the theater like mr. Harris? I wasn't the student the word of the surveyor Wilson, but I'd like to see myself

Now where's the focusing now? It's already in focus. I only have to do is look through it. Yeah, yeah, I've got it Just where the shoulder of the road would come of a size, ain't it? Hey, Fletcher, you've seen this?

Yeah, I've seen it, Mr. Harris. Not a worry. We'll take it down all right. A day to lock the tops off, and two days with a base cuden, and well, four days to saw up the carcass and cleared away. Might take a few days to get the roots clear.

Seems a petty. That tree must have stood there for hundreds of years. Two thousand years would be a fairest to admit to Harris. So speaks our landscape gardener, Aesmith. Landscape designer. No gardener at heart. And I agree with you.

It would be a pity for you. Pity nothing. We got a contract to push this road through Northern California up into Oregon, a no red word giant or otherwise is going to stand in the way.

Swish and turn it'll come. Your heart is like a machine spletcher. It's a metal pump. You see in your path a tree. A red wood as you call it. But actually a sequoia, semperverne. The oldest living things on earth.

Plans where Cleopatra was a little girl. And this particular one looks like the granddaddy of them all. That's eight's two hundred feet high and probably twenty eight feet in diameter at the base. So, right. Then I'll tip my hat to it before I cut it down.