- Opening Title Card: The way of the world is west.
- Title Card: Long the sages have told us how our forefathers, the Aryans of old, rose remote in Asia and began conquest of earth, moving ever in the path of the sun. We are part of that great migration. We are the travelers who still face to the westward.
- Title Card: Back in the East behind us are the secrets of our own past, and a tradition of our brothers still living in the cradle of the race - - a long since Forgotten People.
- Tiltle Card: The caravan route out of Angora, worn by the passing feet of centuries, leads us on to mystery.
- Title Card: Out across the barren infinity of Arabia. The one sign of man's law from Bagdad to Nedjd. Desert Policemen! The desert patrol protects peaceful tribesmen from the marauding Bedouins. Here a hundred men patrol a territory larger than Arizona.
- Title Card: So for months we traveled - - met with many strange peoples - - endured many hardships - - But going ahead, we were turning the pages backwards - - on and on further back into the centuries - - Till we reached the first Chapter, arrived at the very beginning -...
- Title Card: The FORGOTTEN PEOPLE: We know them by the ancient life of tent and tribe and herd, the life of three thousand years ago. Some of their children are white and fair before they are tanned by the sun of Arabistan.
- Haidar Khan, Chief of the Bakhtyari Tribe: The grass withers. The blight of sun and drought is upon us and our herds hunger... There is no green thing and the flocks will die, and after them the women, the children and the men.
- Haidar Khan, Chief of the Bakhtyari Tribe: Gather the flocks and herds - - the grass is almost gone. Our way is to the East - - to the far valley of Iran, where the meadows are rich with plenty.
- Title Card: Lufta is proud to be trusted with the 'Kalyan', his father's council pipe.
- Title Card: Haidar with Lufta - - off to command the Quest for Grass!
- Title Card: A thousand camps are gathering... gathering... gathering. All the fifty thousand of the Bakhtyari must go the way of Haidar - - all on the way to grass.
- Title Card: All the world's afoot - - On the move to Grass!
- Title Card: The thunder of half a million hoofs!
- Title Card: "YO ALI!" - - their ancient battle cry.
- Title Card: As night approaches, Haidar and Lufta - - - - see before them a hundred and fifty miles of rugged, unmapped mountains. On the way where there is no way.
- Title Card: Starvation lies behind and ahead lie Grass and Life. We must go on!
- Title Card: With skirts in the freezing water, the women struggle gamely on.
- Title Card: There's courage in the pipes.
- Title Card: "Wallah Billah!" Get on, Oh, Mother of Satan!
- Title Card: No quarter to women and children!
- Title Card: At last the great moment - - the battle with fate is won -...
- Title Card: Hope quickens the step. Hurry, hurry on - - the valley of promise beckons.
- Title Card: They have fought and attained their goal - - they have fought a valiant fight. They have reached the Promised Land - - the Land of "Milk and Honey" - - the Land of GRASS.
- Title Card: [a cow watches her calf tied behind a raft crossing a river] Mama, anxious but cautious, lingers. *She didn't raise her boy to be a sailor.*