
The American Trail 53-03-21 The Magic Wire
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Narrator
The American Trail. The American Trail. Blazed in blood, defended in blood.
Chapter 7. The Magic Wire.
Washington, D.C. the night of March 2, 1844.
The Shabby Figure moves away from the shadows of the Senate building. It doesn't matter much who he is. Some crackpot that would be. Inventor, you see all kinds in Washington.
Samuel Morse
Cap?
Narrator
You want a cap, mister?
Samuel Morse
Thank you, no.
Alfred Vail
What?
Narrator
Well, if it ain't the professor. You're not sociable, Professor.
Say, is it right you want the Congress to give you $30,000 to approve your invention works? Don't tell me they're not going to give you the money.
Samuel Morse
Thick headed oath.
Narrator
A man to be laughed at. He's a big joke around Washington. Morse. Professor Samuel Finley Breece. Morse invented something he calls the telegraph. And nobody seems to care.
Samuel Morse
Senators, Congresswoman. 12 years of talking to them.
Alfred Vail
They know my telegraph works. They've seen it work from one room to another.
Samuel Morse
Why won't they believe it'll work over a long distance?
Alfred Vail
Why won't they let me have the.
Narrator
Money to prove it?
Alfred Vail
It's for the country's benefit.
Narrator
Well, if he didn't get the money appropriated tonight, he may as well give up. Congress adjourns tonight. So the man's come home. Or what he's called home for several months. A big white colonial type house belongs to a government official who went to school with Morse. Commissioner of Patents Ellsworth Morse has been a house guest for several months. The big square foyer, the winding staircase, rich carpets, good paintings. The professor walks upstairs. His room is on the second floor. Well, it's a room. Four walls, washstand, writing desk. Everything in very good taste. Besides, a man has to live somewhere. A cheap lodging house, a park bench, or the hospitality of a friend. Call it charity. The professor takes off his coat, sits down on the edge of the bed.
Samuel Morse
53 years old and a failure. A lifetime of failure. Yes?
Annie Ellsworth
It's me, Professor.
Samuel Morse
Oh, just a moment. Let me put a jacket on.
Narrator
Annie Ellsworth, daughter of the commissioner. Young, beautiful.
Annie Ellsworth
Samuel.
Samuel Morse
Sorry I kept you waiting.
Annie Ellsworth
I waited up. I heard you come in.
Did Congress. Oh, Samuel, you. You haven't had any food, have you?
Samuel Morse
No.
Annie Ellsworth
There's a tray of sandwiches in the parlor. You must eat.
Narrator
The parlor is cozy enough. Nice fire. Burning sober. Coffee pot, chicken sandwiches. But the man just sits there brooding, staring into the fire. The girl watches him.
Samuel Morse
I. I was thinking of 30 years ago. Long, long before you were born. I was just out of Yale. I was going to become immortal as an artist. I went to London to study.
Annie Ellsworth
I know.
Samuel Morse
I Did well. I won a gold medal. I had a future once. What happened to it?
Annie Ellsworth
The telegraph is your future. It must be.
You mustn't give it up.
Samuel Morse
Annie. Annie. Life is so unreal just now. I've been married. I lost my wife. I have grown up children. My oldest daughter. Is your age unreal? All of it unreal.
Narrator
The girl says good night. The man is alone, restless. The long years of work gone for nothing. A dream, an ambition dissolved into futility. Well, it's no use thinking of sleep. May as well go out. Out into the cold, hostile Washington night and just walk. It doesn't matter how far. Raining now. Cold and raw. The man shivers, but doesn't care. Cobblestone streets. A few years ago, they'd been only muddy lanes. A light in one window of a house. Gone. Now only darkness. Darkness and the icy rain. Something ahead, pale Misty again. The night. A little white colonial church. The soft gloom. So resting. One is able to sit there and think.
Samuel Morse
You know why I quit painting? Why I gave so much time to my invention? You know what it could have meant to me? Money.
Narrator
As simple as that. A lot of money. An end to all financial worry. He could have gone back to his painting. A rich man able to paint at leisure. But now what? He hasn't a penny in the world. And he has a family of children to support.
Samuel Morse
I. I don't know what to do or where to turn.
Narrator
He must have dozed off. He's awake.
Samuel Morse
I feel better. Much better.
Narrator
He walks home again. Bitterness gone. Resentment, despair all gone. His mind relaxed, peaceful. Why hadn't he come to this before?
Samuel Morse
Yes?
Annie Ellsworth
Are you up?
Samuel Morse
Annie? Good morning.
Annie Ellsworth
I begged Father to let me tell you.
Samuel Morse
Tell me.
Annie Ellsworth
Samuel. You're getting the money.
Samuel Morse
What?
Annie Ellsworth
The very last thing they did. The last bill they passed before adjourning last night. Samuel, they voted you the money. $30,000. Right after you left it.
Alfred Vail
I must. I must let Alfred know.
Narrator
Alfred Vail, former art student at New York University, where Professor Morse once taught. Dale, who had encouraged and helped Morse finish the invention. Dale, who must now hasten to Washington.
Alfred Vail
Alfred, we must get to work.
Narrator
A shallow trench to be dug from Washington to Baltimore. A converted plow to dig it. Then the laying of the wire. Testing, testing, testing. As each length of cable is buried in the trench, the signal must be tested. How far does it carry?
Alfred Vail
The signal's not getting through. There's something wrong.
Narrator
Dread of failure. This man who has known little else all his life.
Alfred Vail
Ask Mr. Vail to come here.
Narrator
Stop.
Alfred Vail
Work. This. This trench is no Good to us. We can't bury the wire. It won't work.
Narrator
So the telegraph wire has to be left in the open. Strung up on poles all the way from Washington to Baltimore. The wire must be carried overhead again. Testing. Testing. Testing. The telegraph instrument is in a tent beside the road. Morse has become nervous these days. About a mile along the road, Alfred Vail should be receiving a test signal.
Samuel Morse
Answer.
Alfred Vail
Answer. The signal's not getting through.
Narrator
If he fails, the man will be a laughingstock. Every day a crisis. The certainty of failure. Night and day, without rest, without mercy to himself or those about him.
A problem is met.
Overcome, another takes its place. Mile upon mile of wire stretching from Washington toward Baltimore. The big day has come. A room in the Supreme Court building. Government officials, friends. Commissioner Ellsworth, his daughter Annie. All there to see the telegraph tested over a distance of 30 miles. This is it, Samuel.
Samuel Morse
Don't worry.
Annie Ellsworth
Can anything go wrong?
Narrator
No. No.
Samuel Morse
Nothing can go wrong. Nothing.
Alfred Vail
Gentlemen. Gentlemen, please. Alfred Bale is in Baltimore waiting to receive the message. I'm going to send it. Having received it, he will send the same message back to this room. Your attention, please.
Narrator
Morse. Starting to tap out the message.
Alfred Vail
At this very moment. Alfred Vail is receiving the message. In a matter of seconds now, he will send it back to us.
Narrator
Well, Mr. Morse, they're waiting. Looking at you.
Samuel Morse
Patience.
Alfred Vail
In heaven's name, a moment of patience.
Annie Ellsworth
There it is. There it is.
Alfred Vail
Gentlemen. Gentlemen.
Samuel Morse
This.
Alfred Vail
This instrument is. Is now recording in code. The message that Albert Vail is sending from Baltimore.
Narrator
So it's working.
Alfred Vail
Hasn't Morse been saying it does for 12 long years?
Narrator
The government officials familiar with the code. Translates the message as it comes in. He seems unable to realize the enormity of the moment. Annie. Ellsworth takes the slip of paper from his hand.
Annie Ellsworth
Here it is. The message. What hath God wrought?
Narrator
What hath God wrought?
A message soon to be heard around the entire world. As a new era of rapid communications began. The world grew. Small continents a few seconds apart. No longer was it necessary for an urgent message to take uncertain weeks. By boat or stagecoach, men built a telegraph cable across the American continent. Across the Atlantic, around the globe. A magic wire that linked the world. This has been the seventh chapter in the story of the American nation. Brought to you by the Ladies Auxiliary to the Veterans of Foreign Wars. Next week, another story to make you proud of this great country of ours. As we follow the American trail.
Release Date: October 2, 2025
Host: Harold's Old Time Radio
Focus: Golden Age of Radio Dramas – Celebrating pivotal moments in American history through dramatization.
This episode of The American Trail dramatizes the invention of the telegraph and the personal struggles of Samuel Morse. Listeners are immersed in the tense final days before the U.S. Congress funds Morse's revolutionary project—a "magic wire" that will change the course of history. The story highlights perseverance in the face of ridicule, the pain of repeated failure, and the groundbreaking success that connects a nation.
"The Magic Wire" tells the deeply human story behind Samuel Morse’s telegraph, spotlighting perseverance against ridicule, the pain of giving up one dream for another, and the sheer relief and triumph when hard-fought effort at last pays off. The episode closes with the world irrevocably changed: a new era of global communication is born, thanks to one man's refusal to quit.