Wagon Train (TV Series)

The Nancy Palmer Story (1961)

Audrey Meadows: Nancy Palmer

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• Nancy Palmer : When I was a little girl, I used to sit in church on Sundays with Momma and Poppa, and so many, so many Sundays, the preacher would stand up there and he'd say: What does it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul.

• Nancy Palmer : It's the stillness, it's like, like a Day of Judgement.

• Freddie : Mrs Palmer, what do you see in them flames?

  Nancy Palmer : Oh, I see all kinds of things, Freddie. I see men with long beards, girls with flowing dresses. Do you know if I look real hard I can see San Fransisco.

• Flint McCullough : I was at Shiloh, Mrs Palmer.

  Nancy Palmer : Were you, Mr McCullough? He died there.

  Flint McCullough : I know. He was very dearly loved if that's of any comfort to you. Finding out you're his daughter brings back a lot of memories.

  Dan Palmer : Happy ones, Mr McCullough?

  Flint McCullough : Well, I can only speak for myself. We can all go on remembering how it was, even how it might have been. But we can't go on living it, being its prisoner.

  Will Davidson : Well, I see it different. I don't care who knows it. The inside of me is nothing but hate.

  Flint McCullough : Well, we went on hating for five long years. As I see it, it didn't do any of us any good.

• Nancy Palmer : There wasn't much time for sitting. Until the War came.

  Bill Hawks : Sure makes it sound real, Flint.

  Flint McCullough : Why not? She was the firl.

• Nancy Palmer : Everyone went away. The little girl's father, and her brothers, all her kin.

  Freddie : Brothers? You didn't say about brothers.

  Nancy Palmer : She had three.

  Will Davidson : Yeah, they went away. Never came back. Like many people.

  Freddie : They was Rebs, easn't they?

  Nancy Palmer : Yes, General Purvis Yates and his three sons were Rebs.

  Flint McCullough : General Yates? He was a real patriot.

  Flint McCullough : History will prove that, Mr Davidson. Not just those of us who were there.

• Nancy Palmer : There was a little girl and she was born on a plantation in the South. And right in the middle of this plantation,was a great big house and all this house was painted white. And the shutters on it were dark, dark green and, sometimes in the afternoons, this little girl used to sit there on the verandah with her Momma and Poppa and looking out all she could see was fields and fields of cotton growing in the sun. And you know what she thought? She thought that, in all this world, it was just that white house and her Momma and her Poppa's sitting on the verandah and the fields of cotton.

• Nancy Palmer : It's strange, Dan, I can't see the face of the people that hurt me. Only the face of the people I hurt.

• Nancy Palmer : It's so still here, the feel of loneliness. There's nothing to hear but the sound of your own voice, voices reminding you where you are and what you were once.

• Nancy Palmer : Why do we stray, Mr McCullough?