 Never seen such a war. Johnny Rapp don't get you the Indians' wealth. Now get this California gold through, till Grant will have our scalps anyway. Push him through, sir. Yes, sir. With the wind, follow Carpe Sisi, I'd load for me between the states. Gone to are the rumbling wagon wheels on the old pioneer trails. Today, other wheels are rolling on the super highways of modern America. This is a story of America and some of the people along the way. The people could be you or me or the neighbor next door. That is, all except one. The story begins on a California highway near San Francisco. Meet Jimmy Rollins of Seattle on his way to Washington, D.C. and his first Boy Scout Jamboree. He's getting a king-sized thrill out of the ever-changing view of America through these big picture windows. How's it look to you so far, son? It's the greatest. Take this highway, for instance. It follows the coast all the way down to San Diego. And then remember, it's the same road the Spaniards found almost 200 years ago. Only they call it El Camino Real, King's Highway. Try and imagine how it looked then. You mean, was Spaniards on horseback? In your own mind, sir. Yes. Fred Schroeder of Portland, Oregon also has his place in this story of America. Summoned to the nation's capitol to receive a medal for his only son, Fred Schroeder should be a proud man. He isn't. Longest single-span bridge in the world. Aren't you even gonna look at it? But they tell me it should have seen it 100 years ago. San Francisco was the Old West then. I see that street sign up ahead. Behind that sign, I see Sutter's Mill, the Valley of the Sacramento. The year is 1848. John Sutter's workmen were digging a new mill race in the river and found gold. Sutter tried hard to keep it quiet, knowing it meant trouble, but it was like fighting a prairie fire with a bucket. People came from everywhere, from way beyond the far Missouri, the Mississippi, and the Monongahela. Even the Rockies couldn't stop the rush for gold. Where there was no road, there was block and tackle and just plain old well power. Skimming over our highways today in air-conditioned comfort, it's hard to realize what those 49ers went through to get here. It didn't make it, but the rest kept coming. It went on and on until the River of the Sacramento and all the runs and cricks were swarming with men seeking California gold. See, I can almost see it. Boy, I wonder what happened to all that gold. I can tell you what happened to some of it. This man is another figure in our story of America, perhaps the greatest of them all. Mark him well. In his way, he is to affect the lives of several people. During the war between the states, both the North and the South badly needed that gold. Once General Grant sent a detachment to bring through a wagon train of it. They were massacred by Indians. It's all part of our American history now, Jimmy. History we can be proud of. How did you know my name was Jimmy? Isn't he a little young for propaganda? Well, I never thought of patriotism as having an age limit. Why shouldn't we be proud of our history, Mr. Schroeder? Even as late as that of Korea. What do you mean by that? San Francisco terminal, 40 minutes for lunch. Well, Jimmy, let's see what's on the menu, all right? So long, Jimmy. Say hello to the president for me. Mentor number, 14. No, young fellow, that's my safety record. Like you earn a badge in scouting, that means I've driven for 14 years and never even den a defender. You must be pretty good. Oh, there are plenty longer records than that. The men who drive for Greyhound are proud they've made it the safest transportation in the land. Who's the proprietor around here? Where to, please? Philadelphia. Thank you. Hi there, General. Hey, aren't you Bill Roberts, the Philadelphia Eagles? Could be. Excuse me. Oh, he's a professional football player. Thank you. All right. Wrong way, Roberts does it again. Thank you. Speak to sign the contract, so I thought I'd see the country. I hear it's quite a country. It is. I work there. I've been home on vacation in San Francisco. Me too. Funny you know. A couple of natives and we've got to go out of town to meet. Funny, isn't it? Say, look, it's only a hop from Philadelphia to New York. How about seeing the big town together? Why, uh, I, uh, I'll be pretty busy. Oh. Oh, I see. Guess I was offside, huh? Mind if we have a little talk? What about? You have a problem, so have I. I thought we might be able to help each other find the answers. I know the answer to mine. Are you sure you didn't look in the back of the wrong book? Bill, look at this. Excuse me, no publish. Pony Express. It's all right here in that book. Writers of the Pony Express. That's right, Sacramento was the western end of it, you know. And St. Joe, Missouri was the eastern end. Here it is. Listen. The first telegraph line had been strung as far west as St. Joe, Missouri. The mail on the mail had to be carried by stagecoach. 2,000 miles from St. Joe's Sacramento, it took weeks and months, and then they didn't always get through. That's when the Pony Express was organized. People said it couldn't be done, but it was. 80 daring young writers, many in their teens, and 500 thoroughbred horses. They had stations on the way so a rider could change horses every 30 to 40 miles. These Pony Writers would start out from St. Joe with a pistol and a prayer book and a Sacramento meal. No matter what the difficulties, the dangers, or the obstacles, the riders went through. You know, you can almost see those Pony's. Who shall it have been living in? 13, sir. 13? 10 years ago. He liked the West too. Who, Mr. Schroeder? He was a boy scout. He couldn't wait to get him in uniform either. Easy, Schroeder. Look at this guy. Don't you like this country, Mr.? No, Bill. If you want to fight for it, they'll give you a uniform too. I put mine away after Korea. Any more questions? I think it's time for some answers, Bill. Mr. Schroeder's only son was killed in Korea. He just found out how. The boy's been awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor. Mr. Schroeder's on his way to Washington to accept him. I'm sorry, sir. I didn't know. I didn't know anybody. Congressional Medal of Honor. Guys, that's the highest there is. Is it? You know, this is one of the few towns in the world that never sleeps. Come here to gamble. Or because they have gambled and lost. You mean? I mean a person ought to be real sure she's marrying the right guy. Waldo's a fine man. And he has good prospects too. Waldo? Besides, he's my boss. I'm sure he's a good dependable guy, but do you have fun together? Of course. Well, not frivolous, but... Oh, well, frivolous is the best kind sometimes. That's where I could be at. Where's the rest of your troops, son? They lost too? No, sir. They went on ahead. My dog was sick and I couldn't leave till it got better. Oh, good for you, son. I like a fella I could depend on even if I was a dog. Say, aren't you Tex Ritter? The movie Gal Boy? That's my brand. I saw you get on at Laramie. I've been on personal appearances at Denver and Places. I wish I could hear you in person. Well, could you? Well, now maybe I could. Just one short one. Did you ever hear the legend of the Alamo? Oh, no. Did you ever hear of Davy Crockett? Oh, sure. Well, this is song here is about Davy and the Alamo. Now, you try to imagine that you're in San Antonio, Texas while I sing about it. The stubborn man that stood in the path of invasion. A hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die. By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh. And young Davy Crockett was first to cross over with a gallant trippus in his eye. Forgotting for freedom a man more than willing to die. And your soldiers below the young scout threw the battlements bloody and loud from a garrison valiant and proud. Grieving out a little darling, my dying. If Texas is sovereign and free, never surrender and to be. Songs glorify senseless sacrifice. What good did it do those few men to fight arm when they knew they'd all be killed anyway? I'd known the answer to that for sure. I wouldn't be here. I don't understand you. You will. Before this trip's over, I promise you. That's the way it is. Oh, Bill. Right when I thought I had my life all planned and ordered. Why did you have to come along? I'm awful glad I did. But you? I don't know. Now, that's why I like this kind of travel. To me, every mile of America is a magnificent mile. Especially when you can see it close up like we're done. My running fresh out of. That you just walk out of my life. This trip will be over before you know it. You see? We're coming into Chicago now. That's Lake Michigan. Oh. That lake saved a good many lives once. It did? Look at it the way it is today. It's hard to realize that right here in 1871 was the scene of the most destructive far there ever was. Thousands of people saved themselves of wading out into the lake. Where the smoke turned day into night and the flames turned night into day. All because Miss Older's cow kicked over that land. But the city rebuilt. Bigger, better than ever. With only a few landmarks left to show where the great far was. Well, I see we're pulling in. I'll be leaving you in Chicago. You can get off and look around if you want to. You'll have a little time here. Well, then goodbye, Mr. Ritter. Just wait for the troop here as I rode this far with you. Pleasure's all mine, Jimmy. Be a good scout. Well, goodbye, Tex. Go on, partner. Say, I know where I've seen you before. Was that so? But you and my outfit, the old Second Division. Cleveland already? Why is it time flies so when you're happy and drags so when you're unhappy? It ought to be the other way around. Hurry up when you're unhappy and slow down when you're happy so you can enjoy it. Well, funny, girl. I mean, funny peculiar or funny ha ha. I mean, funny wonderful. Oh, so it's pirates now, huh? You know, I've been down where a lot of these fellows used to hang out. Honest? Where? Florida Keys. Keys? Yeah, that's a string of islands off the southern tip of the United States. They're connected by a series of bridges making a highway almost a hundred miles long as the crow flies stretching right out over the ocean, all the way to Key West. These islands were said to be part of the old Spanish main. Like it says here in your book, among these keys and coves, buccaneers used to lie and wait till a fat merchantman came along or a rival pirate crew whereupon they would grapple in a furious fight. Of course, the important thing is to recognize a treasure when you find one. Certainly made good time in the Pennsylvania Turnpike. Are you getting in a hurry now that your trip's almost over? I'm really enjoying seeing the country. Well, remember one thing. In this country, a woman has a right to change her mind. Stiles, last stop before Philadelphia. 80 years ago, we might still have eaten Philadelphia Scrapple and Cherry Pie. I doubt if we'd have been drinking iced coffee. No. There wouldn't have been this many people, I bet. Well, you're right. Although the roads were all pretty well traveled in 1776, bringing delegates to the Continental Congress, they came from all corners of the 13 colonies, by stage, by colonial coach, and by horseback. Men who were on their way to keep their date with history. And naturally, there were delegates from Boston to report firsthand on Massachusetts' answer to the stab tags. A secret organization of patrons. There we call them underground today. Sons of Liberty, the stage of the famous Boston Tea Party. Disguised as Indians, they threw three ship loads of heavily taxed tea into the harbor. So the delegates were gathering in a building that still stands in Philadelphia. Their meetings were stormy and exciting. Some of the colonists felt they weren't being so badly treated by standards of the old country. But over here, the people were beginning to breathe the exhilarating air of freedom. It was a new idea in the world, and they liked it. But it was a dangerous idea to a spouse. The signing of a Declaration of Independence, making all men free and equal. So large a signature, my friend. So John Bull may read my name without his spectacles. We must hang together, or else most assuredly, we'll all hang separately. You can see that same Liberty Bell in Philadelphia today. An Independence Hall where America became the first free nation on earth. Hey, I want to go get some chewing gum. I did. You better get back to the bus. I imagine your son was a lot like that. I have an idea. You know, there are shrines and memorials to all our wars. America is still paying the price for Liberty even to this year of 1900 and now. Let's get to the point. Gladly, I think we ought to take a short side trip. You and I. There's a bus waiting. Trust me, you'll be glad of it the rest of your life. When the rest of the party rolls into Philadelphia, Schroeder and a friendly stranger are missing. And these two have a problem of their own growing more acute by the moment. Okay. I'll stick around while you phone him. Yes. Yes, dear. All right. Goodbye, Wobble. You tell him about us? I couldn't. Who's the emotions that Mary returns to New York? To her pleasant career girl routine and to Waldo. Oh, Waldo. Bryce, welcome. We better get out of here. I have something in this box for you. I'll take your luggage. Excuse us, please. Trust you feel completely rejuvenated. There are a great many things at the office that require attention. What's the matter? Waldo, I've got to tell you something. Yes, my dear. Then I'll be going back to Philadelphia. To Philadelphia? Say, three o'clock, didn't you? He better be here at three, and he better sign that contract. He will. We'll need the money. Could tell the old man. No, what kind of language is that? What about Waldo? What about Waldo? Does that answer your question? The ring never belonged there in the first place. It belonged to my mother, really. I just switched it. Well, Bill Roberts, you've got the ball. Now carry it. This is the mysterious destination in which the stranger has lured Fred Schroeder. What connection is there between this bit of Pennsylvania countryside and far off Korea? I still don't know why you wanted me to come here. I wanted us both to come here, because there's a message here we both need. What message? Who are you anyway? Come to think of it, I don't even know your name. Almost a hundred years ago when he came to Gettysburg, was in this very town. Comfortable, Mr. President? Mrs. Wills and I want this night to be as easy for you as it will be memorable for us. That's very kind of you, Judge. I'm afraid they'll expect you to make a few remarks, Mr. President. I'd better save my few remarks for tomorrow. Is there anything else? No, uh, yes, there is something else. Would you request the band to play Dixie for me? Dixie? Mr. President? Dixie, sir? Somehow I think it would be a fitting thing at this time, in this place. Oh, citizens, the President is very tired, and he'd like to be excused until tomorrow. He asks that the band play Dixie. Dixie? What does he mean by that? Does he know that Gettysburg is in Pennsylvania? Seems you're liking it. Why not? To mighty find you. I don't hear anything. I don't listen. Beside that monument, that's where Abraham Lincoln stood to deliver his Gettysburg address. You can hear the murmur of the crowd gathered before the speaker's platform. They're quieting now. He's coming forward. You can hear him now. Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth of this continent a new nation conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to the cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion. That we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain. That this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom and that government of the people, by the people and for the people shall not perish from the earth. Did you hear that, Schroeder? Did you hear that? That was the message we both needed. These dead shall not have died in vain. They wonder sometimes, those who gave that last full measure of devotion, if the people who inherited this country are worth a sacrifice. I've seen both now. I've seen the country and the people. They're worthy of each other. You've made me understand, too. You have made me proud. Proud and humble. I'm glad. Look after Jimmy, will you? I'll see you in Washington. Of course. And I want to thank a known soldier. And over there lie other heroes, the unknown of the war between the states and other wars. Is this who we're supposed to meet him? I thought we might. He said he'd see us again. Come to think of it, he didn't say we'd see him. He was kind of strange, but nice. I wonder what he does. I don't know, Jimmy. But whatever it is, I have a feeling his job is done. And to think he never even knew his name. His name? Like the words of President Harding when he dedicated this spot. The name of him whose body lies here took flight with his imperishable soul. We know only that his death marks him with the everlasting glory of an American who died for his country.