As all the world knows, on last November 7th, the stars and stripes were raised over the port cities of North Africa. But it was not the first time that land had seen that flag at the head of an army. Tonight on the capital gate of America, we are going to tell a story 138 years old. The story of our first military exploits on those shores. The almost incredible tale of Bill Eaton, a swashbuckling Connecticut Yankee who in 1805 sliced off and conquered Africa's richest province with only eight United States marines and a handful of Arab mercenaries to help him. Karl Carmer suggested this astonishing and little known story for cavalcade, and Peter Lyon wrote the original radio play. Starring Joseph Cotton as Captain William Eaton, the hero of this African overture, the DuPont Company presents To the Shores of Tripoli on the Cavalcade of America. Our play begins with a prologue. It is a bright sunny morning in the year 1802. In the Moorish courtyard of the piratical ruler of Tripoli and under the personal supervision of the Batchaw himself, a delicate diplomatic ceremony is in progress. Where is the Yankee prisoner I had ordered to watch this little spectacle with me? He is here, your magnificence. Bring him forth. I prefer not to turn my head. Ah, I see the Yankee is in chains. Good. Note carefully this little ceremony, Yankee. What's it all about? My workmen chopped that Yankee flagpole, and when it falls, we are at war with your Americans. The flagpole has nearly come through. Freedom has a peculiar toughness, Batchaw. It lends the state a great strength. Ah, so the flagpole is chopped down. The Yankee flag is in the dirt. Look well at it, Americans. Now Tripoli is at war with the United States of America. That started it. Our play begins in the first years of the 19th century. Of the four fierce Barbary states, one is at war with the young United States of America. And one of the others, Tunis, William Eaton, played by Joseph Cotton, is American console. And every week to William Eaton's office come American merchant captains to tell an old and bitter story of tribute levied on American shipping. You say they demanded $180 tribute from you, Captain? $180, Mr. Eaton. Only don't call it tribute. It's downright piracy. They're going up in their request. Oh, I see they're going up. Last time I put in at the port of Tunis, I paid out 75 gold American dollars. And I put 75 too many, but $180 must be something you can do, sir. It's a plain robbery on the high seas. I want all the information you have, Captain. Let's see. Cargo of nails and rum bound for Cairo and Athens. Right. Out to Boston. Mr. Farrer has held me up four days over my limit already. Can you do something? I'll do something all right. I'll go over to the day's palace right now. It's high time this piracy is stopped once and for all. Mr. Eaton, I assume business brings you to the palace of the day. That's right, caravan. You are in too much of a hurry perhaps to stop in the courtyard and speak to the new minister of finance, Mr. Eaton. You're right, isn't it? Congratulations. Many happy returns of the day. Hope I'll get along better with you than I did with your predecessor. The first way, Mr. Eaton, and the only way to get along with me is to get prompt in your payment of debts to the state of Tunis. The old question of tribute money, is it? Caravan, I pay when I choose. Sometimes I pay if I choose. America must be a remarkable country, Mr. Eaton. It is such a young country and still so weak, yet her counsel speak with such a loud voice. You will kindly make the payment of tribute money for the year 1803 by sundown. Will I? One of my clerks will call at your offices, Mr. Eaton. He will be armed. And he will come straight back to your offices, caravan, horse whips, with a swerve whip. He so much as dares set foot in my office is armed. As my mother used to teach me, one good threat deserves another. Maybe I shall call at your office myself, Mr. Eaton. Did your mother teach you anything to take care of a situation like that? I rather think she would have advised me not to keep my treatment waiting, caravan. I rather think she would have said, use your horse whip, Bill. The gentleman's waiting for it. Like that. No, and that. That. That. That. That. That. That. That. That. That. That. That. That. That. That. His majesty the Bay of Tunis, defender of Mohammed, prince of princes, protector of all who bow the right sword Mecca. So, Mr. Eaton, you're in hot water. You disappoint me. You insist so strenuously on the role of headstrong young man. Majesty, your minister seemed anxious for instruction on an American custom. I undertook to oblige him. This time you've gone too far, American, but I'm a generous ruler, so I offer you two courses. Either you are out of my country on the next available ship, or the alternative. Well, I leave to your imagination. I think you forget there is another alternative, your majesty. I'm going to allow you to sit and guess what it is until I return. You dare not return. We'll see about that. After I've talked to the secretary of state. All right, Mr. Eaton, you may come in. The secretary of state will see you now. Thanks. Morning, Mr. Madison. Morning, Eaton. Hello, sir. I must say this is a surprise. What brings you all the way from Tunis without being recalled? Fact is, sir, I left the country rather hurriedly. Oh. At the urgent personal request of the day himself. The devil, you say? He hasn't declared war on us like the Bashar of Tripoli, has he? Not when I left, sir. But he may have done by now. That's why I'm in a hurry. To do what? To get back to North Africa, sir. Tripoli first, Tunis later. Tripoli? Nonsense. We've been at war with Tripoli for two years. I know about that. I was in Africa when the Bashar cut our flag down. Yousef Katamanli. He's the man I'm out to get. What are you talking about, sir? Will you have the kindness to make some sense? Mr. Madison, the point about Yousef Katamanli is that he's not the true Bashar of Tripoli. His brother Ahmed is the rightful Bashar. Yousef threw him out of the country. Yes, yes, I know all about it. Wait, wait, wait, please, sir. Listen. I'll be brief. My idea is that Ahmed would be the rightful Bashar of Tripoli. And you're saying that he's the rightful Bashar of Tripoli? Yes, sir. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. I'm not sure. 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