 War drums, throbbing over the purple sage and cactus in the southwest America of 1886, throbbing with the voice of one man, Geronimo. For where the long shadows reach down from craggett mountains and fall across endless maces, the beat of the Indian war drum means terror in the land and fear of the wrath of the avenging Apache, Geronimo. The cavalcade of America, Dupont presents the story of Geronimo and the last of the Indian wars. Our star is Kenneth Delmar of the cavalcade players portraying the role of Captain Leonard Anderson. War drums, throbbing with the angry voice of Geronimo. Why does white man still live? Geronimo say kill all. White man surrendered Geronimo. This man, his wife. Show mercy to her, Geronimo. Show me when you please, but pity her. Why Geronimo show pity to white woman? Did white man show pity to Geronimo's mother? She mothered. Why Geronimo not take eye for eye? He had nothing to do with your mother's being killed. So Geronimo, you have nothing to do with your wife being killed. Oh, thank you Geronimo. Thank you. No. Geronimo have nothing to do with white woman personally. He turned white woman over to his grave. No. Take her away. No. No, Geronimo. Kill me here. It's my husband. Hey, more of the telegraph operator at Red Gorge. Call him for help. Geronimo reading there now. I better get Captain Anderson. Yes. I'll take the rest of the message. Captain Anderson, sir. Yes. Geronimo's on the warpath again. Where's that Indian now? Red Gulch, sir. Red Gulch? It's over 80 miles away. Contact Captain Lawton at Fort Boy. Ask him and do all he can. Looks like Geronimo's headed into his territory. Yes, sir. Ask him if he's hurt from that Mexican governor Torres yet. Right, Captain Anderson. If he hasn't, tell him that Torres, by a treaty with our government, has promised 5,000 Mexican soldiers to help us capture Geronimo. 5,000, yes, sir. What about Red Gulch? Ah, those poor devils. Can't do anything for them now. Well, anyway, there's one thing to the good. Oh, it said, Captain. General Miles has been ordered by Washington to take full charge of the capture of Geronimo. It's expected here tonight. General Miles, sir? All the way from Montana? That's right. Now we'll see some action. Now we can get started stamping out every one of these sneaking, murdering red devils. That's no way, sir. It's the only way to handle them. Without mercy. They don't understand any other... Well, hello. Hello? No, no. That's all right, Elizabeth. I heard you saying shouting, something about stamping them out. What's the matter? Any other snakes in the Army port? Worse. Geronimo again. Oh. Anything special on your mind? No. Just a visit. Well, good. Come on into my office. You might telegraph Lawton that Miles is on his way, Sergeant. Very good, sir. More trouble from Geronimo, huh, Lenny? Ah, he just raided Red Gulch to the south. More killed. More tortured. I tell you, Elizabeth, there's only one way to deal with these Indians. Step on them without mercy. The only good Indian is a dead Indian. You seem very sure of yourself, Captain. Are you laughing at me, Elizabeth? Laughing at you? Well, I know. You are, I can tell. Whenever you call me Captain, you're laughing at me. Put down that book. What are you doing? Leonard, this is one of your military textbooks. I was just trying to find out where in it you'd gotten your strange ideas about Indian fighting. Listen, Elizabeth, I am right. I'm not the only one who says Indians have got to be handled with an iron fist. Do you know what Joplin told me? Joplin, you mean the government agent? Well, after all, a government Indian agent knows Indians. It's his business. And you really think he knows his business? Why, he's more than half the cause of all the trouble. Nonsense. You think feeding Indians on rotten beef, dismissing their protests with a gun button and insulting their chiefs, with a gun button and insulting their chiefs, is going to bring back order to the southwest? Elizabeth Joplin's been government agent here more than 10 years. He's been dealing with Indians for more years than you've lived. I think he knows his business. Little General Miles gets here. He'll prove the point. He'll prove the point all right, all right, but not the way you think. Oh, well. Listen, dear, I'm having supper with General Miles tonight over at Joplin's. Want to make any bets? We'll see whether I know what I'm talking about or not. One thing I know you'll find out is that there's lots more at Indian fighting than fighting Indians. You and that Indian better get off Mr. Joplin's veranda. Don't you know you're sitting on Bert Joplin's veranda? He doesn't allow Indians up here. What are you doing here anyway? Well, Captain, first place neither me nor my Indian friend here could remember any law against sitting here. Huh? And second place, I was invited to dine here. This looked like a likely place to wait for my host. That seem reasonable. Hey, who are you? My name's Miles, son. Miles? Full name Nelson A. Miles. Oh, my apologies, General. I didn't recognize you, sir. Please, Captain. Yes, sir. Next time, don't let the buck skin fool you. I always found it easier on a man in the saddle. You, Captain Anderson? Yes, sir. Straight out of Harvard, aren't you? Yes, sir. I heard about you all the way up Montana. First assignment, I believe. Yes, sir. Well, son, out on the frontier we don't always wear a uniform. Sometimes gets in the way of a friendly talk. Oh, you know Black Eagle here? No, sir. Well, he's got a brother you might have heard of. Name of Geronimo. Geronimo? Well? I beg pardon, sir? Well, Black Eagle is a friend. I always manage to shake hands with my friend when I meet him. Oh, yes, sir. Howdy, Black Eagle. Evening, Captain. Oh, oh. Who's this? Howdy, Captain. Is this our host, Joplin? Yes, General Miles. Evening, Mr. Joplin. General Miles is here. Glad to meet you, General. Sorry not to be here when you arrived. I hope that you'll find the supper was worth waiting for. Seems to me I've heard quite a bit about you, Joplin, about you and your suppers. Yep, that's something I aim to clear up for the evenings. Much older. Oh, I hadn't realized my vittles were so famous, General. Hope you don't mind my inviting Black Eagle here to eat with us tonight. Oh, no, no. Of course not. Glad to have him. Always next to plate at my table. How do you think, Black Eagle? Food good. Not Indian food. Indian food bad. What do you mean Indian food bad? Why? Well, you eat the same beef we ate tonight? No. Indian food make Braves sick. Bad food make Braves mad. You can't say that I blame them. Didn't you, Captain Anderson? Well, sir... Well, he's lying, General Miles. Well, those engines can't rig up the excuse of bad food for going on the warpath. Engines don't go on the warpath for nothing, do they? No, I'm sorry to say this while Black Eagle's a guest, you know. But you and I both know that most engines are bad. Clean through what Geronimo is his brother and he's lying. And careful with the talk, Joplin. Well, every engine hates the white man like the devil hates the true. Indian no hate white man. Indian hate cheating. You say I cheat you. I say you give bad meat for good meat price. No man can say that to my face and live. Careful, Joplin. Black Eagle speak truth. You lying red skin. Well, you're no better than your murdering brother. There's only one kind of talk that you understand. Not that gun, Joplin. Look out, Black Eagle. Where are you? You badly hurt Anderson? Looks that way, sir. Take him to the hospital immediately. This engine's life must be saved at all costs. Yes, General Miles. Easy there. Well, that clears up one part of this business, Joplin. There'll be no more cheating of the engines at Fort Apache. You're under military arrest at my personal custody. And you better pray you didn't hurt Black Eagle too badly. If that engine dies, Joplin, you hang. I didn't hear your command. How is he? He's much better. Bullet just grazed his shoulder. He'll be all right then? Good as new in a few days. Look worse than it was. I always thought Joplin was contemptible and mean, but I never knew how really low he was. Hold on, Elizabeth. Whoa. You get his. General Miles is taking good care of him. I know. He's already been arrested. It makes my blood boil to see Indians treated that way. Well, it makes my blood boil to see white people treated the way Geronimo treats them. Well, I think you'll find General Miles knows how to deal with his kind too. Ah, maybe. Well, you're a learned captain. I expect to hear you tell me soon that there's a third kind of Indian. Besides a bad one and a dead one. Now, wait a minute. Stop calling me captain, or I begin calling you Ms. Thorne. I'm sorry, Leonard. You've really done a fine thing for all of us intending Black Eagle. You've given us a good friend. Well, I guess I better leave and let you get well ahead with your duties. Goodbye. Where are you going? Back to the ranch. Ah, you think that's a good idea? Haven't you better stay at the fort here? Well, it's only a short ride back home. What do you mean stay here? Well, I don't know, Elizabeth. I'd just feel better if I knew you were safe. Listen, Easterner, I'm nineteen years old Indian country, and I wouldn't miss a good night's sleep for a whole tribe of Geronimo. Well, Elizabeth, at least let me ride back with you. You really worry, aren't you? You must know I am, Elizabeth. If anything should happen to you, I... Leonard. Though half the reason I love you is because I've got a hunch you're probably better able to take care of yourself than I am. Darling, you deserve a kiss for that. Now, I've got to find Dad. He's... he's waiting for me. Sweet. Take care of yourself. Don't worry. Good night, Leonard. Good night. What have you got for me? Well, pages. I suppose you just tell me what it says. Well, sir, Geronimo's raiding mostly in southern Arizona, sir. Yesterday morning, he struck at the Santa Cruz Valley about 30 miles southwest. Started moving west. Looted the Martin farm. He was the head of cattle. You're in close, huh? Must need food, man. Late last night, he plundered the Thorn Ranch. That's about 10 miles from here. The Thorn Ranch? Yes, sir. Shot killed two hands. The girl on the ranch, Elizabeth Thorn, seized her and are holding her hostage. Do we know which way they're headed? Yes, sir. South of the Sierra Madison. Orderly. Have assembly sounded immediately. This is George Torres, Jackie River Junction, Mexico. You ready? Yes, sir. Geronimo fleeing south into Sierra Madres in conformity Mexican-American treaty suggests you move all available troops at vicinity. Signed miles. General U.S. Army. Got that? Yes, sir. And now then, why are Colonel Wade at Fort Boy? Geronimo moving your area. Immediate capture imperative. Signed miles. Get those off at once. Yes, sir. Reporting, sir. Captain Anderson, I have an assignment for you. An important assignment. And a dangerous one. I want you to bring back Geronimo here alive. You think you can? I mean, do you think you can take him alive? I think I can, sir. Thanks for the chance. You know what I want, Captain. I want that engine pursued and pursued until he knows there's no way out except surrender. You understand that? I think I do, General. Well, you don't, Captain. But I think you will, just a moment. Oh, how's Black Eagle? Is he sound enough to ride? Yes, sir. Good. Now, he knows the Sierra range like the palm of his hand. Geronimo's fled to those mountains. Take Black Eagle with you, Captain. He'll be valuable. And, uh, Captain Anderson. Yes, sir. Geronimo raided within a few miles of the fort last night. What area, sir? The thorn ran. He took Elizabeth thorn off with him as hostage, Captain. Yes, sir. All right. That's all, Captain Anderson. You have your orders. You are listening to the DuPont Cavalcade of America presenting the story of Geronimo and starring Kenneth Delmar of the Cavalcade Players. The Cavalcade of America is brought to you each Monday by DuPont, maker of better things for better living through chemistry. Two days riding ahead of us. What's that, sir? What? Oh, nothing, Sergeant. Nothing, just talking to myself. You think the girl's still alive, sir? Forget the girl, can't you? Don't talk about her. Sorry, sir. I didn't mean anything by it, sir. What is it? Men, sir. Well, 18 hours in the saddle, sir. Can't keep us up there. Soldiers can if Indians can, Sergeant. Yes, sir. We're ambushed. Company dismissed! Shot two men, sir, Riley and Stevenson, and we never saw them. Where can they hide? Seven men dead in two weeks, and we've never seen the men who did it. These two horses here, Sergeant. Very good, sir. They'll manage to destroy them. Can't spare the water. I have to stop till we find water. Nonsense, sir. Thompson and Ryan and one other. Yes? The sun's got them, sir. They're the Raving Man. We've got to push on. We've got to. We've got to ride. That'll pack you right into the ground. Sergeant, here I am. I captured a deserter from Geronimo's band counter. Where is he? Can't stand, sir. I'll take me to him. I've got to talk to that Indian. This way, sir. They almost stumbled over him. I don't think he'll live long. Here he is. Lift his head up. Drink this. That's enough. Tell me, where's Geronimo? Higher. High crag. By Timberline. Is the white girl with him? Geronimo. Say killer before give up. Sergeant, do you see where this Indian came from? No, sir. He's lying here when I found him. Where is Geronimo? Point to where he is. Uh, crag. Sergeant, you stay with this Indian. We can't attack Geronimo. He'll kill Miss Thorn. I'm going after him myself. But Captain, they'll kill the girl as soon as they see her. They're bound to kill her anyway, unless we take a chance. Get along down the mountain to camp. Can I go with you at least, sir? No. Now, wait. I'll go with Black Eagle. He knows these peaks and he knows Geronimo. Sergeant, I'll stay with this man. Find Black Eagle and bring him here. The white doctor. Soon will there be God. There, he'll stand now. Free. Girl, sleep on leaves. The guard. Understand? I do. Count five slowly. Darling, quiet. It's me, Leonard. Oh, my love. Are you all right? Liza, can you walk? Oh, well, that you're in here, Leonard. I feel as if I could skip. I could dance down the mountain. Hey, listen to me. Down the slope, you'll find Black Eagle. He's our friend. Where are you going? Geronimo. Oh, no, you won't. Hurry to Black Eagle. If I don't call in five minutes, you're to head straight down the mountain with Black Eagle without waiting. Promise. I'm unarmed. I come to ask you to surrender. You come without guns to see Geronimo? I trust you, Geronimo. I, a soldier, trust you. I call on you to surrender. Oh, I know no trick. You can trust me. I have your brother with me. Black Eagle stands within call. He will vouch for me. Black Eagle. Black Eagle, head Geronimo. You'd better surrender, Geronimo. Surrender. Surrender to the men that killed Geronimo's mother. To the men that cheat Geronimo and his people on the reservation. That feed them bad horse meat. Trick them. Lie to them. Stab them. Cheat them. Experience teaches the white man and the red Geronimo. The white man knows far better than he did how the Indians should be treated. The white man took Indians' country. Now they take his liberty. Break his laws. This country. This country. This country. This country. These hills and sand. This was Indian land. Where Indians could hunt and live. White man still them from Indian. White man still them from Indian. Now you ask me to surrender to white man. Now you ask me to surrender to white man. Make your choice Geronimo. Make your choice Geronimo. Surrender to the US Army or be captured by the Mexicans. Surrender to the US Army or be captured by the Mexicans. After what you've done in Mexico, you can expect no mercy there. I promise liberty for me and my braves. I promise you nothing but a fair trial Geronimo. You'll always be sure of that in America. You must take the white man's word that your land and liberty will be protected. You must take the white man's word that your land and liberty will be protected. Now for the sake of your braves Geronimo, for your own sake surrender. White captain speak the truth Geronimo. White captain speak the truth Geronimo. You too Black Eagle. You too Black Eagle. So Geronimo surrender only to the biggest white officer. Where is general? You have general at mountains foot in two weeks. Geronimo, you surrender. Two weeks? I'll have general miles of the mountains foot in two days. Oh, cannot do. We'll take three days ride to mountain foot. Two days to general's camp. Two days, ride back again. Now we'll send the message by reflected lights Geronimo. With our lights, with our heliostat, we can send the message from this crag to the base camp in 15 minutes. So... we see these lights through the air. Geronimo has thought these lights the light spirit. And that this light spirit was with the white man. The white man cooked strong magic Geronimo. Strong enough to keep the white man and the Indian at peace with each other. From this moment on, for all time. In tonight's story of chemistry at work in our world, Dupont tells you about camphor. To most people, camphor means moth balls. Or perhaps an old time camphor bag worn around the neck to keep colds away. But ever since a young American printer named John Hyatt mixed camphor with nitrated cotton cellulose and made the first plastic, camphor has been a material of the highest... Hyatt was looking for a material to take the place of elephant ivory in the manufacture of billiard balls. What he discovered was nothing less than the first synthetic plastic in America and a whole new industry. From this camphor containing plastic the chemist today makes your fountain pen, your comb, your toothbrush handle, the fittings on the instrument panel of your car and a long list of other products ranging from motion picture film to the non scuffed pyril and plastic heels of a lady slipper. Natural camphor is distilled from the wood of camphor trees thousands of miles away across the Pacific Ocean. The trees may be grown in this country but efforts to transplant them commercially have never met with great success and we need camphor more than 5 million pounds of it a year. A failure in America's camphor supply at this time would be a catastrophe felt throughout the business world. If Americans reading their newspapers tomorrow morning should learn that there was no camphor all of us would feel the consequences almost immediately. We know what one consequence would be higher prices. In 1918 refined natural camphor sold for as high as $3.75 a pound. Today, however, thanks to the research chemist there's little danger of a camphor shortage in the United States for the DuPont company alone can manufacture most of the camphor the country needs. 23 years ago DuPont built a small plant at Deepwater, New Jersey to find out if it might be possible to make synthetic camphor commercially from raw materials readily available in America. Manufacture on a large scale began 8 years ago and today this Deepwater plant the only one of its kind can satisfy the country's normal needs. Since DuPont has been making it the price for the industrial grade of camphor has been steady at around 35 cents a pound. How is this American camphor made? From southern pine trees. Turpentine from these pines arrives at the factory in purified form as pineene, a colorless liquid. The pineene is made into camphine and the camphine into flake camphor. If the present national emergency had struck us a few years ago we might be paying exorbitant prices for camphor by now and facing a severe shortage. As things are we have little cause to worry and for that we may thank the chemist who brings us in the words of the DuPont pledge better things for better living through chemistry. Next week on the Cavalcade of America our star will be Agnes Moorhead. Our story is City of Illusion a radio play based on the novel by Vardis Fisher a powerful drama centered about the Comstock load. The most fascinating character of that period was Eileen Bowers and it is her story we bring you the background of a fabulous finance in Colorado about the middle of the 19th century. In our story of chemistry at work in our world we will tell you how chemistry is a time saver in America today. We hope you'll join us at the same time next Monday when DuPont again presents the Cavalcade of America. In support of Kenneth Del Mar and the role of Leonard Anderson on tonight's program with the Cavalcade players with Jeanette Nolan as Eliza Sloane as Black Eagle John McIntyre as General Miles and Edwin Jerome as Geronimo. Our play was written by Peter Lyon the orchestra and the original musical score were under the direction of Don Buries. On the Cavalcade of America your announcer is Clayton Collier sending best wishes from DuPont to the National Broadcasting Company.