 Remember a Hallmark card when you carry enough to send the very best. The Hallmark cards bring you another and their exciting new series of broadcasts on the Hallmark Hall of Fame. The Hallmark will bring you true-to-life stories of actual persons who in their own way have contributed to a better world for all of us to live in. Presented on the Hallmark Hall of Fame by our distinguished host, Mr. Lionel Barrymore. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Hallmark Hall of Fame. Respectfully dedicated to those men and women whose service, sacrifice and devotion have made our own lives better. But about whom we know all too little. Look around your town, count the streets, rivers, lakes and parks that have Indian names. Well they should, for to some Indians we owe much of our present greatness. One of the greatest of these was Sacajawea, the bird maiden. Without her, America might not rule supreme between two oceans. In a moment, the thrilling story of the young Shoshone bird maiden who guided the eagle to success. And now here is Frank Goss from the makers of Hallmark cards. When you want to remember your friends, there's one way to be sure the card you send receives an extra welcome. Look for that identifying Hallmark on the back when you select it. For words to express your feelings and designs to express your good taste, let the Hallmark on the back be your guide. For that Hallmark tells your friends, you cared enough to send the very best. Lionel Barrymore is appearing by arrangement with Metro Golden Mayor, producers of Battle Circus. Starring Humphrey Bogart and June Allison with Keenan Wynn and Robert Keith. And now here is Lionel Barrymore with the first act of your Hallmark Hall of Fame. Add another Indian name. Sacajawea, bird maiden, the faithful one. Sacajawea of the Shoshone Nation, the Rome Eastern Rockies, that stern stony barrier to the way west for America 150 years ago. In 1800, Sacajawea was in her early teens and there begins her epic that joins its cadences with the majestic epic of America. This is her story as the Shoshones might still tell it to their dark-eyed little one. Of the brave Shoshone Nation, of the warriors and the hunters, of the bowmen and the lancers, live the maiden Sacajawea. Daughter of the tribal chieftain pledged to duty and her people, faithful one, Sacajawea. Go, her mother told the maiden, go beside the bubbling water. Find the bomb word at the river, gentle urban, to ease the fever of your father's father's pain. Young Sacajawea alone. Her grown brother practiced the shooting. She went alone. Darkness thickened. Out of the stillness and the woods, a band of marauding, military Indians closed in on her. A quick scuffle of bare feet. The vast wilderness still casual to violence. And there's a world to make. There's a new nation dreaming of greatness, aspiring westward. In Washington, President Thomas Jefferson interviews a young engineer. His secretary, Captain Meriwether Lewis. Captain Lewis, sir. Sir. Captain Lewis, three years ago Spain ceded Louisiana to France. We are now hemmed in by three great powers. Spain on the south, Britain on our north, France on our west and southwest. If we do not break out of that encirclement, we stand fair to perish as a nation. I suspect what the mission is, sir. I was eager for it years ago. We must send an expedition to the great northwest before some other power claims it. When you wished to go years ago, it was no game for young men to press out of Latin school. Today your offer has ripened with events into acceptability. And I do accept. Mr. President. Don't be so overjoyed and grateful. You may die. I want to go. I have a friend, sir. Very capable. An officer. Lieutenant William Clark. I should like him to go with me, sir. Indeed, Captain. May you both return to our gratitude and your honor. Great canoes upon the waters. Or in sale of the intruder where no white men went before. And the angry river struck them. And the heavens spoke with thunder and the wilderness with drums. Summoning the many nations. Soon, Shoshone, Mandem, Kroh. Summoning the fatal arrow, rallying the bitter ball. Yet only at the great stone mountains did the white man pause. Dismayed. What desolate country, Head Clark? Pauling. From here it's a wasteland stood on end. It's a formidable looking wall, always formidable. A wilderness of rock and snow and avalanche and mountain torrents. We'll need horses to get across. I counted on the Indians to provide them for us. Instead they take pot shots at us from cover. Hello. Who's that? A friend to share your fire. That is old. A trapper, moi. Charbonneau. Tous en charbonneau. To share your fire. This is Captain Clark. I'm Captain Lewis. President Jefferson's Corps of Discovery. Pleasure, monsieur. Another white man in this wilderness. No, the Indians think not. They almost treat me as an equal, as one of them. And what do you consider yourself? A trapper who can be useful if you take me with you. Anywhere. The world is my destination. As it happens, we may be going nowhere except back home. How is that? We need horses to cross the Rockies. We can go perhaps 50 miles more, that's all. No. Not even that, Capitaine. Why do I say not even that? I say not even that because before you go that far, you would be attacked by the Shoshone Indians who live in the mountains and guard the parses and the approaches to them. Clark? Ah! Ah-ha! I have an answer. Nearby, there is a Mandan village where there is a Shoshone girl. Very pretty. Very nice. And she was sold to these tribes some years ago by a band of marauders from another tribe. She's a Shoshone. The danger is from the Shoshone's. The Shoshone's have horses. Who knows what may be arranged? What's her name? Sakajawiyah. Can you get her for us? We give you by our freedom. Get her. Sakajawiyah. But who knows Shoshone? Not your name. Verde. Maiden. Oh, what a delight. What is funny? Sakajawiyah. We want to do go over the Great Stone Mountains to find the Columbia River and follow it as far as we can go. Columbia. The Glen and Northwest for my people. For America. America. It's my home. Great and good and powerful. Great ships. Many people. Great cities. They are stronger than the Shoshone. Much stronger. Very well. You are angry with Sakajawiyah? No. No. You're proud of your people and you love them. Oh, yes. You would like to go back to them, wouldn't you? Yes. You're free, you know. Just, just help us to reach your people and get horses from them. We need them desperately. Then go free. Did us a good turn by finding you for us, but he's the worst water. Turn to the second act of our story of Sakajawiyah. If you have little friends who like to play the dark, mysterious game of pirates, here's exciting news. 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You'll know it by the hallmark and crown. That same familiar symbol you always look for on the back of a card when you carry enough to send the very best. And now here is Lionel Barrymore. The containers of Charbonneau seem to consign the pierogue with its priceless equipment to the bottom of the Missouri River. But Sarkajawea, refusing to abandon ship, sat in the stern, calmly collecting the flotsam in the almost swamped boat, saving it from the river. Miraculously, the pierogue righted itself and floated. Charbonneau had failed wretchedly, but Sarkajawea had not failed. The courage and fortitude of her Shoshone heritage had saved the expedition. To the fire, Sarkajawea, you're cold. No, Kakanoosh. Do you know what you did today? I think. All the instruments, the maps and medicines for the expedition were in our pierogue. If you hadn't stayed on board and saved those drifting things, it would have been helpless. 3,000 miles from anywhere. You knew that, then? I think. Here, Sarkajawea. Where it may be. To your country now, Sarkajawea. Yes, Captain Lewis. What should we expect? I do not know. Will there be friends to us? Will they hate us? The white man is not kind to the Indians. But we want to be friends with all people. It would be good. Great White Father in Washington respects Indians. His defense of Logan, the great Mingo Chieftain shows it. We don't come seeking war. My people are not warlike. They love peace. Will they give us the horses that we must have? I will try. Then you think they will be friendly? I do not know, Captain Lewis. I cannot... Why do you stop? What do you see? There. I see nothing. Far off, Captain Lewis. Smoke. Smoke signals? Yes. Your people? Yes. I know Shoshone, but not Shoshone smoke. Read it. White men. They have discovered us, then. They have seen your boats. What else does the smoke say? What? Peace, Sarkajawea, is it peace? Or do they want war? We do not want war, Sarkajawea. Peace, Sarkajawea. Answer, peace. War. The summit smoked Shoshone's signal fire. Rise, the fires told my nation. Strike, the white men who invades us. Rise, Shoshone, Wild Kingsman. Crocodaro, Crazy Buffalo, Burning Rock and Yellow Feather, Braves and Chieftains, Lancers, Bullman, Cagohoney, Little Raven, Shiahiki, White Coyote, Anger Kingsman, Raid Shoshone. War, Shoshone, on the white man. Thus the fires on the ridges. Thus the signals in the sky. My people. My father was a chief. My brother was a brain. Speak what? These white men are our friends. Their great white father in Washington loves us. President Jefferson. That means good. The great wilderness they have come through, they did not conquer in blood. They bought it from the French. These are new. These are the American steel. They buy. They war if they are warred upon. And they will bring much good to our land. Oh, let them pass. How you know this thing? I have been with them. I know. How I know you speak the truth? I am Saka Javier. A chief was my father. A torch, bring! Why does he call for a torch? This woman says she is Saka Javier. A trickery, my men were fired. And mine, you will perish to a man. There is trickery, but there was a chief. Look at me. Dance the shadows in the hemlocks while the chieftain gazed upon her. At the maid Saka Javier. And the blood that swam within her called to blood that swam in him. For the chieftain, Kami Await, was the brother of the maid. She, his sister, he, her brother. It is true. You are my brother. Those who say the red man weeps not. Men who say they grieve rejoice not. No, not breathing man at all. In the torch glow dancing, glancing wet, their cheeks with tears of greeting, tight their arms with joy embracing. Then the great chief, Kami Await, found again his voice to lead with. Brothers! Search on the nation! Peace! What will you do, Saka Javier? You will cross the stone mountains to the sea. I will show the way. I know that your coming must bring sorrow to some. That is the way of things. But you will bring even more goodness and gladness. You will march your great cities, your magic and medicine across the plains, and the stone mountains. And one day, all the peoples will dwell in friendship. In such a nation is our greatest chieftains do not dream of. But I know, Saka Javier. The river Missouri to the Pacific Ocean has met with all success. They have traced the Missouri nearly to its course, descended the Columbia River to the Pacific Ocean, learned the character of the country, and of its inhabitants. One of whom did such service to the expedition and the future of this nation that she shall not be soon forgotten. Thomas Jefferson, President of the United States, December 2nd, 1806. President Clark, one of the greatest in the history of exploration, opened the Great Northwest to the American flag. Unknown to many, Saka Javier's exploits have not gone unnoticed in her own life. The woman America has been honored with so many memorials in Saka Javier today. A mountain, a mountain pass, and a river, unnamed after her. Bronze statues commemorate her in Portland, North Dakota, and St. Louis, Missouri. Other memorials to Saka Javier stand throughout the Great North in Saka Javier, bird maiden faithful. Now, here's a little preview of the person we're honoring next week on the whole Mark Radio Hall of Fame. But first, here's Frank Goss, and maybe now I'll find out why he's wearing that green tie and green carnation. Ha, ha, ha! Have you ever asked a nourishment how he can tell when St. Patrick's Day is coming? He's had to look at you with a twinkle in his eye and say, sure now there's a song in the wind that blows from the old country. Well, the idea is a whimsical one, and it's part of the charm that makes March 17th a day of rollicking good humor. And you know, you don't have to be an old flaherty or a Hannigan or McBrady to join in the fun. Even if your name is just Plain Smith, you can share your feeling of happiness with your friends by surprising them with Hallmark St. Patrick's Day cards. At a store near you where Hallmark cards are sold, you'll find a big collection of these special greetings. All of them gay green cards so why not plan now to send thoughtfulness in an envelope to this St. Patrick's Day? You can count on it. The Hallmark on the back of each card you mail will mean, as always, you carry enough to send the very best. Ha, ha, ha! And it set me to thinking about all my good Irish friends. You know, the Irish have contributed a lot to our American heritage. Oh, they've contributed things like a sense of humorous and such as a poetic gift for storytelling. They've given us great examples of deep faith and personal courage. And a good Irishman often combines a real sense of the practical with the most wonderful sense of whimsy ever developed. Yes, sir. The Emerald Isle seems to turn out leprechauns and heroes with equal ease. And so I'll doff my hat too on St. Patrick's Day to all those good Americans who are rightfully proud of their Irish origins. Well, next week on the Hallmark Radio Hall of Fame we're going to honor a man whose inventive genius made possible the greater newspapers of today that are the backbone of our cherished free press. He is Atmar Maganfala. And I know you'll want to hear his story. The Hallmark Hall of Fame is every Sunday. Our producer-directors William Gaye our music was arranged by Earl Towner and our script tonight was written by Milton Geiger. Until next Sunday then this is Lionel Barrymore saying good night. The Hallmark Hall of Fame on radio with host Lionel Barrymore and on television with Miss Sara Churchill consult your paper for time and station. This is Frank Goss saying good night to you all until next week at the same time when we present another true-to-life story of actual persons that are the best in the world. The Hallmark Hall of Fame on radio with host Lionel Barrymore and on television with Miss Sara Churchill this is another true-to-life story of actual persons who in their own way have contributed to a better world for all of us to live in. Next Sunday we honor Atmar Maganfala on the Hallmark Hall of Fame. This is the CBS Radio Lesson. This is KMBC, Kansas City, Missouri.