 CHAPTER VIII. Another storm. Four deaths in Donner Camp. Field mice used for food. Changed appearance of the starving. Sunshine. Departure of the forlorn hope. Watching for relief. Impossible to disturb the bodies of the dead in Donner Camp. Arrival and departure of the first relief party. Meanwhile with us in the Sierras November ended with four days and nights of continuous snow and December rushed in with a wild shrieking storm of wind of sleet and rain which ceased on the third. The weather remained clear and cold until the ninth when Milton Elliot and Noah James came on snowshoes to Donner's camp from the late cabins to ascertain if their captain was still alive and to report the condition of the rest of the company. Before morning another terrific storm came swirling and whistling down our snowy stairway making fires unsafe phrasing every drop of water about the camp and shutting us in from the light of heaven. Ten days later Milton Elliot alone fought his way back to the late camp with these tidings. Jacob Donner, Samuel Shoemaker, Joseph Reinhart and James Smith are dead and the others in a low condition. Uncle Jacob the first to die was older than my father and had been in miserable health for years before we left Illinois. He had gained surprisingly on the journey yet quickly felt the influence of impending fate foreshadowed by the first storm at camp. His courage failed. Complete frustration followed. My father and mother watched with him during the last night and the following afternoon helped to lay his body in a cave dug in the mountainside beneath the snow. That snow had scarcely resettled when Samuel Shoemaker's life ebbed away in happy delirium. He imagined himself a boy again in his father's house and thought his mother had built a fire and set before him the food of which he was fondest. But when Joseph Reinhart's and drew near his mind wandered and his whitening lips confessed a part in Mr. Wolfinger's death and my father listening knew not how to comfort that troubled soul. He could not judge whether the self-condemning words were the promptings of a guilty conscience or the ravings of an unbalanced mind. Like a tired child falling asleep was James Smith's death and Milton Elliott who helped to bury the four victims and then carried the distressing report to the late camp. Little knew that he would soon be among those later called to render a final accounting. Yet it was even so. Our camp having been thus depleted by death Noah James who had been one of my father's drivers from Springfield until we passed out of the desert now cast his lot again with ours and helped John Baptiste to dig for the carcasses of the cattle. It was weary work for the snow was higher than the level of the guide marks and at times they searched day after day and found no trace of hoof or horn. The little field mice that had crept into camp were caught then and used to ease the pangs of hunger. Also pieces of beef hide were cut into strips, singed, scraped, and boiled to the consistency of glue and swallowed with an effort for no degree of hunger could make the saltless sticky substance palatable. Mariless bones which had already been boiled and scraped were now burned and eaten. Even the bark and twigs of pine were chewed in vain effort to soothe the knowings which made one cry for bread and meat. During the bitterest weather we little ones were kept in bed and my place was always in the middle where Francis and Georgia snuggling up close gave me of their warmth and from them I learned many things which I could neither have understood nor remembered had they not made them plain. Just one happy play is impressed upon my mind. It must have been after the first storm for the snowbank in front of the cabin door was not high enough to keep out a little sunbeam that stole down the steps and made a bright spot upon our floor. I saw it and sat down under it, held it on my lap, passed my hand up and down in its brightness, and found that I could break its ray in two. In fact, we had quite a frolic. I fancied that it moved when I did, for it warmed the top of my head, kissed first one cheek and then the other, and seemed to run up and down my arm. Finally I gathered up a piece of it in my apron and ran to my mother. Great was my surprise when I carefully opened the folds and found that I had nothing to show and the sunbeam I had left seemed shorter. After mother explained its nature, I watched it creep back slowly up the steps and disappear. Snowy Christmas brought us no glad tidings and New Year's Day no happiness. Yet each bright day that followed a storm was one of thanksgiving on which we all crept up the flight of snow steps and huddled about on the surface in the blessed sunshine. But with our eyes closed against its painful and blinding glare. Once my mother took me to a hole where I saw smoke coming up and she told me that its steps led down to Uncle Jacob's tent and that we would go down there to see Aunt Betsy and my little cousins. I stooped low and peered into the dark depths. Then I called to my cousins to come to me because I was afraid to go where they were. I had not seen them since the day we encamped. At that time they were chubby and playful carrying water from the creek to their tent in small tin pails. Now they were so changed in looks that I scarcely knew them and they stared at me as at a stranger. So I was glad when my mother came up and took me back to our own tent which seemed less dreary because I knew the things that were in it and the faces about me. Father's hand became worse. The swelling and inflammation extending up the arm to the shoulder produced suffering which he could not conceal. Each day that we had a fire I watched mother sitting by his side with a basin of warm water upon her lap, laving the wound and in flame parts very tenderly with a strip of frayed linen wrapped around a little stick. I remember well the look of comfort that swept over his worn features as she laid the soothed arm back into place. By the middle of January the snow measured twelve and fourteen feet in depth. Nothing could be seen of our abode except the coils of smoke that found their way up through the opening. There was a dearth of water. Proser Creek was frozen over and covered with snow. Icicles hung from the branches of every tree. The stock of pine cones that had been gathered for lights was almost consumed. Wood was so scarce that we could not have fire enough to cook our strips of rawhide and Georgia heard mother say that we children had not had a dry garment on in more than a week and that she did not know what to do about it. Then like a smile from God came another sunny day which not only warmed and dried us thoroughly but furnished a supply of water from dripping snow banks. The twenty-first was also bright and John Baptiste went on snowshoes with messages to the Lake Camp. He found its inmates in a more pitiable condition than we were. Only one death had occurred there since our last communication but he saw several of the starving who could not survive many days. The number to consume the slender stock of food had been lessened however. On the sixteenth day of December some six weeks previously by the departure of William Eddy, Patrick Dolan, Lemuel Murphy, William Foster, Mrs. Sara Foster, Jay Faustic, Mrs. Sara Faustic, Mrs. William McCutcheon, Mrs. Harriet Pike, Miss Mary Graves, Franklin Graves Sr., C.T. Stanton, Antonio, Louis, and Salvador. This party, which called itself the Forlorn Hope, had a most memorable experience as will be shown later. In some instances husband had parted from wife and father from children. Three young mothers had left their babes in the arms of grandmothers. It was a dire resort, a last desperate attempt in the face of death to save those dependent upon them. Staff in hand they had set forth on snowshoes, each carrying a pack containing little save a quilt and light rations for six days journeying. One had a rifle, ammunition, flint, and hatchet for camp use. William Murphy and Charles Berger, who had originally been of the number, gave out before the close of the first day and crept back to camp. The others continued under the leadership of the intrepid Eddie and brave Stanton. John Baptiste remained there a short time and returned to us, saying, those at the other camp believe the promised relief is close at hand. This rekindled hope in us, even as it had revived courage and prolonged lives in the Lake Cabins, and we prayed, as they were praying, that the relief might come before its coming should be too late. Oh, how we watched hour after hour, and how often each day John Baptiste climbed to the topmost bow of a tall pine tree and, with straining eyes, scanned the desolate expanse for one moving speck in the distance, for one ruffled track on the snow which should ease our awful suspense. Days passed, no food in camp except an unsavory beef hide, pinching hunger called for more. Again, John Baptiste and Noah James went forth in anxious search for marks of our buried cattle. They made excavations, then forced their hand-polls deep, deeper into the snow, but in vain their efforts, the nail and hook at the points brought up no sign of blood, hair, or hide. In dread unspeakable they returned and said, We shall go mad, we shall die, it is useless to hunt for the cattle, but the dead, if they could be reached, their bodies might keep us alive. No, replied my father and mother, speaking for themselves, no part of a hide still remains when it is gone we will perish if that be the alternative. The fact was, our dead could not have been disturbed even had the attempt been made, for the many snowfalls of winter were banked about them firm as granite walls, and in that camp was neither implement nor armed strong enough to reach their resting places. It was a long, weary waiting on starvation rations until the 19th of February. I did not see anyone coming that morning, but I remember that suddenly there was an unusual stir and excitement in the camp. Three strangers were there, and one was talking with father. The others took packs from their backs and measured out small quantities of flour and jerk beef and two small biscuits for each of us. Then they went up to fell the sheltering pine tree over our tent for fuel, while Noah James, Mrs. Wolfinger, my two half sisters, and mother kept moving about hunting for things. Finally, Elytha and Liana came and kissed me. Then father, goodbye, and went up the steps and out of sight. Mother stood on the snow where she could see all go forth. They moved in a single file, the leaders on snowshoes, the weak stepping in tracks made by the strong. Liana, the last in line, was scarcely able to keep up. It was not long until after mother came back with Francis and Georgia that I was made to understand that this was the long hoped for relief party. It had come and gone, and had taken Noah James, Mrs. Wolfinger, and my two half sisters from us. Then had stopped at Aunt Betsy's for William Hook, her eldest son, and my cousin George, and all were now on the way to the Lake Cabins to join others who were able to walk over the snow without assistance. The rescuers, seven in number, who had followed instructions, given them at the settlement, professed to have no knowledge of the forlorn hope, except that this first relief expedition had been outfitted by Captain Sutter, and Al called Sinclair in response to Mr. Eddy's appeal, and that other rescue parties were being organized in California, and would soon come prepared to carry out the remaining children and helpless grown folk. By this we knew that Mr. Eddy, at least, had succeeded in reaching the settlement. According by Alana Jordan. The expedition of the Donner Party, and its tragic fate, by Eliza P. Donner-Houghton. Chapter 9 Sufferings of the forlorn hope. Resort to human flesh. Camp of death. Boots crisped and eaten. Deer killed. Indian ranchiera. The white man's home at last. Although we were so meagerly informed, it is well that my reader should, at this point, become familiar with the experience of the expedition known as the forlorn hope, and also the various measures taken for our relief when our precarious condition was made known to the good people of California. It will be remembered that the forlorn hope was the party of fifteen, which, as John Baptiste reported to us, made the last unaided attempt to cross the mountains. Words cannot picture nor mind conceive more torturing hardships and privations that were endured by that little band on its way to the settlement. It left the camp on the 16th of December with scant rations for six days, hoping in that time to force its way to Bear Valley and their fine game. But the storms which had been so pitiless at the mountain camps followed the unprotected refugees with seemingly fiendish fury. After the first day from camp, its members could no longer keep together on their marches. The stronger broke the trail, and the rest followed to night camp as best they could. On the third day Stanton's sight failed, and he begged piteously to be led. But, soon realizing the heart-rending plight of his companions, he uncomplainingly submitted to his fate. Three successive nights he staggered into camp long after the others had finished their stinted meal. Always he was shivering from cold, sometimes wet with sleet and rain. It is recorded that at no time had the party allowed more than an ounce of food per meal to the individual, yet the rations gave out on the night of the 22nd while they were still in a wilderness of snow peaks. Mr. Eddy only was better provided, and looking over his pack that morning for the purpose of throwing away any useless article, he unexpectedly found a small bag containing about a half pound of dried bear meat. Fasten to the meat was a penciled note from his wife, begging him to save the hidden treasure until his hour of direst need, since it might then be the means of saving his life. The note was signed, Your own dear Eleanor. With tenderest emotion he slipped the food back, resolving to do the dear one's bidding, trusting that she and their children might live until he should return for them. The following morning, while the others were preparing to leave camp, Stanton sat beside the smoldering fire smoking his pipe. When ready to go forth, they asked him if he was coming and he replied, Yes, I am coming soon. Those were his parting words to his friends and his greeting to the angel of death. He never left that fireside and his companions were too feeble to return for him when they found he did not come into camp. Twenty-four hours later, the members of that hapless little band threw themselves upon the desolate waste of snow to ponder the problems of life and death, to search each other's face for answer to the question their lips durst not frame. Fathers who had left their families and mothers who had left their babes wanted to go back and die with them, if die they must. But Mr. Eddy and the Indians, those who had crossed the range with Stanton, declared that they would push on to the settlement. Then, Mary Graves, in whose young heart were still whisperings of hope, courageously said, I too will go on for to go back and hear the cries of hunger for my little brothers and sisters is more than I can stand. I shall go as far as I can, let the consequences be what they may. W. F. Graves, her father, would not let his daughter proceed alone, and finally all decided to make a final supreme effort. Yet, think of it, they were without one morsel of food. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath as the suggestion was made that, were one to die, the rest might live. Then the suggestion was made that lots be cast, and whoever drew the longest slip should be the sacrifice. Mr. Eddy endorsed the plan. Despite opposition from Mr. Foster and others, the slips of paper were prepared, and great-hearted Patrick Dolan drew the fatal slip. Patrick Dolan, who had come away from camp that his famishing friends might prolong their lives by means of the small stock of food which he had to leave, harm a hair of that good man's head, not a soul of that starving band would do it. Mr. Eddy then proposed that they resume their journey as best they could until death should claim a victim. All acquiesced. Slowly rising to their feet, they managed to stagger and to crawl forward about three miles to a tree which furnished fuel for their Christmas fire. It was kindled with great difficulty, for in cutting the bows the hatchet blade flew off the handle and for a time was lost deep in snow. Meanwhile every puff of wind was laden with killing frost, and in sight of that glowing fire Antonio froze to death. Mr. Graves, who was also breathing heavily, when told by Mr. Eddy that he was dying, replied that he did not care. He, however, called his daughters Mrs. Faustic and Mary Graves to him, and by his parting injunctions showed that he was still able to realize keenly the dangers that beset them. Remembering how their faces had paled at the suggestion of using human flesh for food, he admonished them to put aside the natural repugnance which stood between them and the possibility of life. He commanded them to banish sentiment and instinctive loathing and think only of their starving mother, brothers, and sisters whom they had left in the camp and availed themselves of every means in their power to rescue them. He begged that his body be used to sustain the famishing and bidding each farewell, his spirit left its bruised and worn tenement before half the troubles of the night were passed. About ten o'clock, pelting hail, followed by snow on the wings of a tornado, swept every spark of fire from those shivering mortals whose voices now mingled with a shrieking wind calling to heaven for relief. Mr. Eddy, knowing that all would freeze to death in the darkness if allowed to remain exposed, succeeded after many efforts in getting them close together between their blankets where the snow covered them. With the early morning Patrick Dolan became delirious and left camp. He was brought back with difficulty and forcibly kept under cover until late in the day when he sank into his stupor whence he passed gently into that sleep which knows no waking. The crucial hour had come. Food lay before the starving, yet every eye turned from it and every hand dropped a resolute. Another night of agony passed during which Lemuel Murphy became delirious and called long and loud for food, but the cold was so intense that it kept all under their blankets until four o'clock in the afternoon when Mr. Eddy succeeded in getting a fire in the trunk of a large pine tree. Whereupon his companions, instead of seeking food, crept forth and broke off low branches, put them down before the fire and laid their attenuated forms upon them. The flames leaped up the trunk and burned off dead boughs so that they dropped on the snow about them, but the unfortunates were too weak and too indifferent to fear the burning brands. Mr. Eddy now fed his waning strength on shreds of his concealed bare meat, hoping that he might survive to save the giver. The rest in camp could scarcely walk by the twenty-eighth, and their sensations of hunger were diminishing. This condition forbode delirium and death, unless stayed by the only means at hand. It wasn't very truth a pitiful alternative offered to the sufferers. With sickening anguish the first morsels were prepared and given to Lemuel Murphy. But for him they were too late. Not one touched flesh of kindred body, nor was their need of restraining hand or warning voice to gauge the small quantity which safety prescribed to break the fast of the starving. Death would have been preferable to that awful meal. Had relentless fate not said, take, eat that ye may live, eat, lest ye go mad and leave your work undone. All but the Indians obeyed the mandate, and were strengthened and reconciled to prepare the remaining flesh to sustain them a few days longer on their journey. Hither, too, the wanderers had been guided partly by the fitful sun, partly by Lewis and Salvador, the Indians who had come with Stanton from Sutter's Fort. In the morning, however, when they were ready to leave that spot, which was thereafter known as the Camp of Death, Salvador, who could speak a little English, insisted that he and Lewis were lost, and therefore unable to guide them farther. Nevertheless, the party at once set out and traveled instinctively until evening. The following morning they wrapped pieces of blanket around their cracked and swollen feet, and again struggled onward until late in the afternoon, when they encamped on a high ridge. There they saw beyond in the distance a wide plain which they believed to be the Sacramento Valley. This imaginary glimpse of distant lowland gave them a peaceful sleep. The entire day of December 31st was spent in crossing a canyon, and every footstep left its trace of blood in the snow. When they next encamped, Mr. Eddy saw that poor Jay Fostick was failing, and he begged him to summon up all his courage and energy in order to reach the Promised Land, now so near. They were again without food, and William Foster, whose mind had become imbalanced by the long fast, was ready to kill Mrs. McCutcheon or Ms. Graves. Mr. Eddy confronted and intimidated the crazed sufferer, who next threatened the Indian Guides, and would have carried out his threat then, had Mr. Eddy not secretly warned them against danger and urged them to flee, but nothing could save the Indians from Foster's insane passion later when he found them on the trail in an unconscious and dying condition. January 1st, 1847, was, to the Little Band of Eight, a day of less distressing trials. Its members resumed travel early, braced by unswerving willpower. They stopped at midday and revived strength by eating the toasted strings of their snowshoes. Mr. Eddy also ate his worn-out moccasins, and all felt a renewal of hope upon seeing before them an easier grade, which led to night camp where the snow was only six feet in depth. Soothed by a milder temperature, they resumed their march earlier next morning and descended to where the snow was but three feet deep. There they built their campfire and slightly crisped the leather of a pair of old boots and a pair of shoes which constituted their evening meal, and was the last of their effects available as food. An extraordinary effort on the third day of the New Year brought them to bare ground between patches of snow. They were still astray among the western foothills of the Sierras, and sat by a fire under an oak tree all night, enduring hunger that was almost maddening. Jay Faustic was sinking rapidly, and Mr. Eddy resolved to take the gun and steal away from camp at dawn. But his conscience smote him, and he finally gave the others a hint of his intention of going in search of game, and of not returning unless successful. Not a moving creature, nor a creeping thing had crossed the trail on their jury thither, but the open country before them, and minor marks well known to hunters, had caught Mr. Eddy's eye and strengthened his determination. Mrs. Pike, in dread and fear of the result, threw her arms about Mr. Eddy's neck, and implored him not to leave them, and the others mingled their entreaties and protestations with hers. In silence he took his gun to go alone. Then Mary Graves declared that she would keep up with him. And without heeding further opposition the two set out. A short distance from camp they stopped at a place where a deer had recently lain. With a thrill of emotion too intense for words, with a prayer in his heart too fervent for utterance, Mr. Eddy turned his tearful eyes toward Mary and saw her weeping like a child. A moment later that man and that woman who had once said that they knew not how to pray were kneeling beside that newly found track pleading in broken accents to the giver of all life for manifestation of his power to save their starving band. Long restrained tears were still streaming down the cheeks of both and soothing their anxious hearts as they arose to go in pursuit of the deer. J. Q. Thornton says they had not proceeded far before they saw a large buck about eighty yards distant. Mr. Eddy raised his rifle and for some time tried to bring it to bear upon the deer, but such was his extreme weakness that he could not. He breathed a little, changed his manner of holding the gun, and made another effort. Again his weakness prevented him from being able to hold upon it. He heard a low, suppressed sobbing behind him, and turning around saw Mary Graves weeping in great agitation, her head bowed and her hands upon her face, alarmed lest she should cause the deer to run. Mr. Eddy begged her to be quiet, which she was, after exclaiming, Oh, I am afraid you will not kill it. He brought the gun to his face the third time, and elevated the muzzle above the deer, let it descend until he saw the animal through the sight when the rifle cracked. Mary immediately wept aloud, exclaiming, Oh, merciful God, you have missed it. Mr. Eddy assured her that he had not, that the rifle was upon it the moment of firing, and that, in addition to this, the animal had dropped its tail between its legs, which this animal always does when wounded. His belief was speedily confirmed. The deer ran a short distance, then fell, and the two eager watchers hastened to it as fast as their weakened condition would allow. Mr. Eddy cut the throat of the expiring beast with his pocketknife, and he and his companion knelt down and drank the warm blood that flowed from the wound. The excitement of getting that blessed food and the strength it imparted produced a helpful reaction and enabled them to sit down in peace to rest awhile before attempting to roll their treasure to the tree nearby, where they built a fire and prepared the entrails. Mr. Eddy fired several shots after dark so that the others might know that he had not abandoned them. Meanwhile, Mr. and Mrs. Foster, Mrs. McCutcheon, and Mrs. Pike had moved forward and made their camp halfway between Mr. Eddy's new one and that of the previous night. Mr. Fostick, however, being too weak to rise, remained at the first camp. His devoted wife pillowed his head upon her lap and prayed that death would call them away together. Mr. Thornton continues. The sufferer had heard the crack of Mr. Eddy's rifle at the time he killed the deer and said, feebly, There, Eddy has killed a deer. Now, if I can only get to him, I shall live. But in the stillness of that cold dark night, Jay Fostick's spirit fled alone. His wife wrapped their only blanket about his body and laid down on the ground beside him, hoping to freeze to death. The morning dawned bright, the sun came out, and the lone widow rose, kissed the face of her dead, and, with a small bundle in her hand, started to join Mr. Eddy. She passed a hunger-crazed man on the way from the middle camp, going to hers, and her heart grew sick, for she knew that her loved one's body would not be spared for burial rites. She found Mr. Eddy drying his deer meat before the fire, and later saw him divide it, so that each of his companions in the camps should have an equal share. The seven survivors, each with his portion of venison, resumed travel on the sixth, and continued in the foothills a number of days, crawling up the ascent, sliding down the steeps, often harassed by fears of becoming lost near the goal, yet unaware that they were astray. The venison had been consumed. Hope had almost died in the heart of the bravest when, at the close of the day on the tenth of January, twenty-five days from the date of leaving Donor Lake, they saw an Indian village at the edge of a thicket they were approaching. As the sufferers staggered forward, the Indians were overwhelmed at the side of their misery. The warriors gazed in stolid silence. The squaws wrung their hands and wept aloud. The larger children hid themselves, and the little ones clung to their mothers in fear. The first sense of horror having passed, those dusky mothers fed the unfortunate. Some brought them unground acorns to eat, while others mixed the meal into cakes and offered them as fast as they could cook them on the heated stones. All except Mr. Eddie were strengthened by the food. It sickened him, and he resorted to green grass boiled in water. The next morning the chief sent his runners to other ranchieres en route to the settlement, telling his people of the distress of the pale faces who were coming toward them and who would need food. When the forlorn hope was ready to move on, the chief led the way, and an Indian walked on either side of each sufferer supporting and helping the unsteady feet. At each ranchiera the party was put in charge of a new leader and fresh supporters. On the seventeenth, the chief with much difficulty procured for Mr. Eddie, a gill of pine nuts which the latter found so nutritious that the following morning, on resuming travel, he was able to walk without support. They had proceeded less than a mile when his companion sank to the ground completely unnerved. They had suddenly given up and were willing to die. The Indians appeared greatly perplexed, and Mr. Eddie shook with sickening fear. Was his great effort to come to not? Should his wife and babes die while he stood guard over those who would no longer help themselves? No, he would push ahead and see what he yet could do. The old chief sent an Indian with him as a guide and support. Relieved of the sight and personal responsibility of his enfeebled companions, Mr. Eddie felt a renewal of strength and determination. He pressed onward, scarcely heeding his dusky guide. At the end of five miles they met another Indian, and Mr. Eddie, now conscious that his feet were giving out, promised the stranger tobacco, if he would go with them and help to lead him to the white man's house. And so that long, desperate struggle for life, and for the sake of loved ones, ended an hour before sunset when Mr. Eddie, leaning heavily upon the Indians, halted before the door of Colonel M. D. Ritchie's home, thirty-five miles from Sutter's fort. The first to meet him was the daughter of the house whom he asked for bread. Thornton says she looked at him, burst out crying, and took hold of him to assist him into the room. He was immediately placed in bed, in which he lay unable to turn his body during four days. In a very short time he had food brought to him by Mrs. Ritchie, who sobbed as she fed the miserable and frightful being before her. Shortly Harriet, the daughter, had carried the news from house to house in the neighborhood, and horses were running at full speed from place to place until all preparations were made for taking relief to those whom Mr. Eddie had left in the morning. William Johnson, John Howell, John Rhodes, Mr. Kaiser, Mr. Sager, Racine Tucker, and Joseph Varo assembled at Mr. Ritchie's immediately. The females collected the bread they had, with tea, sugar, and coffee, amounting to as much as four men could carry. Howell, Rhodes, Sagar, and Tucker started at once, on foot, with the Indians as guides and arrived at camp between fifteen and eighteen miles distant at midnight. Mr. Eddie had warned the outgoing party against giving the sufferers as much food as they might want, but on seeing them the tender-hearted men could not deny their tearful begging for more. One of the relief was kept busy until dawn, preparing food which the rest gave to the enfeebled immigrants. This overdose of kindness made its victims temporarily very ill, but caused no lasting harm. Early on the morning of January 18, Mr. Ritchie, Johnson, Varo, and Kaiser, equipped with horses and other necessaries, hurried away to bring in the refugees, together with their comrades who had gone on before. By ten o'clock that night, the whole of the forlorn hope were safe in the homes of their benefactors. Mr. Ritchie declared that he and his party had retraced Mr. Eddie's tracks six miles by the blood from his feet, and that they could not have believed that he had traveled that eighteen miles if they themselves had not passed over the ground in going to his discouraged companions. The expedition of the Donner Party and its tragic fate, by Eliza P. Donner-Houghton, CHAPTER X Relief measures inaugurated in California. Disturbed conditions because of Mexican war. Generous subscriptions. Three parties organized. First Relief under Racine Tucker. Second Relief under Reed and Greenwood. And Relay Camp under Woodworth. First Relief Party crosses Snowbelt and reaches Donner Lake. The kindness and sympathy shown Mr. Eddie by the good people in the neighborhood of the Ritchie and Johnson ranches encouraged his efforts in behalf of his fellow sufferers in the mountains. While the early sunlight of January 19 was flooding his room with cheer and warmth, he dictated a letter to Mr. John Sinclair, Alcalde of the upper district of California, living near Sutter's Fort, in which he stated as briefly as possible the conditions and perils surrounding the snowbound travelers, and begged him to use every means in his power toward their immediate rescue. Bear River was running high, and the plane between it and Sutter's Fort seemed a vast quagmire. But John Rhodes volunteered to deliver the letter. He was ferried over the river on a raft formed of two logs, lashed together with strips of rawhide. Then he rolled his trousers above the knee and with his shoes in hand started on his mission. He saw no white faces until he reached Sinclair's, where the letter created a painful interest and won ready promises of help. It was dark when he reached Sutter's Fort. Nevertheless, from house to house he spread the starling report. Men, women, and little children are snowbound in the Sierras and starving to death. Captain Kearns, in charge at the Fort, pledged his aid and influence to the cause of relief. Captain Sutter, who had already twice sent supplies, first by Stanton and again by McCutcheon and Reed, in their unsuccessful attempt to cross the mountains, at once agreed to cooperate with Alcalde Sinclair. While Captain Kearns at Sutter's Fort was sending messengers to different points, and Mrs. Sinclair was collecting clothing to replace the tattered garments of the members of the Forlorn Hope, her husband dispatched an open letter to the people of San Francisco, describing the arrival of the survivors of the Forlorn Hope, and the heart-rending condition of those remaining in the mountains. He urged immediate action and offered his services for individual work or to cooperate with government relief, or any parties that might be preparing to go out with Mr. Reed and McCutcheon, who were known to be endeavoring to raise a second expedition. The letter was taken to the City Hotel in San Francisco and read aloud in the dining room. Its contents aroused all the tender emotions known to human nature. Some of the listeners had parted from members of the Donner Party at the Little Sandy, when its prospects appeared so bright, and the misfortunes which had since befallen the party seemed incredible. Women left the room sobbing, and men called those passing in from the street to join the knots of earnest talkers. All were ready and willing to do, but alas the obstacles which had prevented Mr. Reed getting men for the mountain work still remained to be overcome. Existing war between Mexico and the United States was keeping California in a disturbed condition. Most of the able-bodied male immigrants had enlisted under Captain Fremont as soon as they reached the country, and were still on duty in the southern part of the province. And the nonenlisted were deemed necessary for the protection of the colonies of American women and children encamped on the soil of the enemy. Moreover, all felt that each man who should attempt to cross the snow belt would do so at the peril of his life. Mr. Reed, who in the late autumn had sent petitions to the military governor and to Lieutenant Washington a Bartlett of the United States Navy, Alcalde of the town and district of San Francisco, but as yet had obtained nothing, now appeared before each person and was promised assistance. Captain Mervine of the United States Navy and Mr. Richardson, United States collector, each subscribed $50 to the cause on his own account. As a result of these appeals, Alcalde Bartlett called a public meeting, and so intense was the feeling that Mr. Dunleary, the first speaker, had scarcely taken his seat on the platform when the people rushed to the chairman's table from all parts of the house with their hands full of silver dollars, and could hardly be induced to stay their generosity until the meeting was organized. A treasure and two committees were appointed, the one to solicit subscriptions and the other to purchase supplies. The Alcalde was requested to act with both committees. $700 was subscribed before the meeting adjourned. $700 in an isolated Spanish province among newly arrived immigrants was a princely sum to gather. Mr. Ward and Smith, in addition to a generous subscription, offered their launch, Des Minanas, to transport the expedition to Feather River and Mr. John Fuller volunteered to pilot the launch. It was decided to fit out an expedition under charge of past midshipman Woodworth, who had tendered his services for the purpose, he to act under instructions of the military governor, and cooperate with the committee aiding Reed. Soon thereafter, old Trapper Greenwood appeared in San Francisco asking for assistance in fitting out a following to go to the mountains with himself and McCutcheon, Mr. George Jound, and others in and around Sonoma and Napa, having recommended him as a leader. Donations of horses, mules, beef, and flour had already been sent to his camp in Napa Valley. Furthermore, Lieutenant William L. Mallory, U.S. Navy, Commander at the Port, Don Mariano G. Vallejo, S. Commandant, General of California, Mr. George Jound, and others subscribed the sum of $500 in specie toward outfitting Greenwood and the men he should select to cross the mountains. Greenwood urged that he should have ten or twelve men on whom he could rely after reaching deep snow. These, he said, he could secure if he had the ready money to make advances and to procure the necessary warm clothing and blankets. He had crossed the areas before when the snow lay deep on the summit and now proposed to drive over horses and kill them at the camps as provisions for the sufferers. If this scheme should fail, he and his sons with others would get food to the camp on snowshoes. Thornton says, The Governor General of California, after due form, and trusting to the generosity and humanity of the government, which he represented, appropriated $400 on government account toward outfitting this relief party. Furthermore, in compliance with an application from Alcaldi Bartlett for the committee, Captain Mervine of the U.S. frigate Savannah, furnished from the ship's stores ten days full of rations for ten men, the crews of the Savannah and the Sloup Warren and the Marines in Garrison at San Francisco increased the relief fund to $1,300. Mr. Mellis and Howard tendered their launch to carry the party up the bay to Sonoma and Captain Sutter proffered his launch Sacramento for River Use. It was now settled that the Reed Greenwood Party should go to Johnson's Ranch by way of Sonoma and Napa and Woodworth with his men and supplies, including clothing for the destitute, should go by boat to Sutter's Landing, their procure pack animals by beef cattle and hurry on to the snow belt, establish a relay camp, slaughter the cattle, and render all possible aid toward the immediate rescue of the snowbound. Meanwhile, before Alcaldi Sinclair's letter had time to reach San Francisco, he and Captain Sutter began outfitting the men destined to become the first relief. Aguila Gover and R.S. Mautre volunteered their services, declaring their willingness to undertake the hazardous journey for the sake of the lives they might save. To hasten recruits for service, Captain Sutter and Alcaldi Sinclair promised that in case the government should fail to grant the sum, they themselves would become responsible for the payment of $3 per day to each man who would get food through to the snowbound camps. Accordingly, Aguila Gover and R.S. Mautre, driving pack animals well laden with warm clothing, blankets, and food supplies, left the fort at sunrise on the morning of February the 1st and on the 3rd reached Johnson's Ranch, where they joined Mr. Tucker, Johnson, Richie, and others who, being anxious to assist in the good work, had killed and were fire-drying beef to take up the mountains. Here two days were spent making packed saddles, driving in horses, and getting supplies in shape. Indians were kept at the handmill grinding wheat. Part of the flour was sacked and part converted into bread by the women in the vicinity. On the morning of the 5th of February, Alcaldi Sinclair rode to Johnson's Ranch, and all things being ready, he appointed Racine Tucker, Captain of the Company, and in touching words commended the heroic work of its members, and bade them God's speed in their errand of mercy. When ready to mount, he shook hands with each man and recorded the names in a notebook as follows. Racine Tucker, Aguila Glover, R.S. Mautre, John Rhodes, Daniel Rhodes, Edward Kaufmeyer, D. Richie, James Curtis, William Eddy, William Coon, George Tucker, Adolf Brenheim, and John Foster. This party is generally known as the first relief. Their route to the snow-belt lay through sections of country, which had become so soft and oozy that the horses, often sank in mire, flank deep, and the streams were so swollen that progress was alarmingly slow. On the second day they were driven into camp early by heavy rains, which drenched clothing, blankets, and even the provisions carefully stored under the saddles and leather saddle covers. This caused a delay of thirty-six hours, for everything had to be sun or fire-dried before the party could resume travel. Upon reaching Mule Springs, the party found the snow from three to four feet deep, and contrary to expectations, saw that it would be impossible to proceed farther with the horses. Mr. Eddy was now ill of fever and unfit to continue the climb, whereupon his companions promised to bring out his loved ones if he would return with Joe Varrow, who Mr. Johnson had sent along to bring the pack animals home after they should cease to be of use. At Mule Springs, the party built a brushed storehouse for the extra supplies and appointed George Tucker and William Coon campkeepers. Then they prepared packs containing jerked beef, flour, and bread, each weighing between forty and seventy-five pounds, according to the temperament and strength of the respective carriers. The following morning, ten men started on their toilsome march to Bear Valley, where they arrived on the thirteenth, and at once began searching for the abandoned wagon and provisions which Reed and McCutcheon had cached the previous autumn after their fruitless attempt to scale the mountains. The wagon was found under snow ten feet in depth, but its supplies had been destroyed by wild beasts. Warned by this catastrophe, the first relief decided to preserve its supplies for the return trip by hanging them in parcels from ropes tied to boughs of trees. The ten kept together courageously until the fifteenth, when Mr. M. D. Ritchie, James Curtis, and Adolf Brenheim gave up and turned back. Mr. Tucker, fearing that others might become disheartened and do likewise, guaranteed each man who would persevere to the end five dollars per diem, dating from the time the party entered the snow. The remaining seven pushed ahead and on the eighteenth and camped on the summit overlooking the lake where the snow was said to be forty feet in depth. The following morning a guillaglover and Daniel Rhodes were so oppressed by the altitude that their companions had to relieve them of their packs and help them on to the cabins, which, as chronicled in a previous chapter, the party reached on the nineteenth of February, eighteen forty-seven. CHAPTER XI. FIGHTING FOR THE SECOND RELIEF PARTY. OLD NAVAHO. LAST FOOD IN CAMP. After the departure of the first relief, we, who were left in the mountains, began to watch and pray for the coming of the second relief, as we had before watched and prayed for the coming of the first. Sixteen-year-old John Baptiste was disappointed and in ill humor when Mr. Tucker and Rhodes insisted that he, being the only able-bodied man in the Donner camp, should stay and cut wood for the enfeebled until the arrival of other rescuers. The little half-breed was a sturdy fellow, but he was starving too and thought that he should be allowed to save himself. After he had had a talk with father, however, and the first company of refugees had gone, he became reconciled to his lot and served us faithfully. He would take us, little ones, up to exercise upon the snow, saying that we should learn to keep our feet on the slick frozen surface, as well as to wade through slush and loose drifts. Frequently, when at work and lonesome, he would call Georgia and me up to keep him company, and when the weather was frosty he would keep Old Navajo, his long Indian blanket, and roll her in it from one end and me from the other, until we would come together in the middle, like the folds of a paper of pins, with a face peeping above each fold. Then he would set us upon the stump of the pine tree, while he chopped the trunk and boughs for fuel. He told us that he had promised father to stay until we children should be taken from camp, also that his home was to be with our family forever. One of his amusements was to rake the coals to gather nights, then cover them with ashes, and put the large camp kettle over the pile for a drum, so that we could spread our hands around it to just get a little warm before going to bed. For the time he lived at Aunt Betsy's tent, because Solomon Hook was snow-blind and demented, and at times restless and difficult to control. The poor boy, some weeks earlier, had set out alone to reach the settlement, and after an absence of forty-eight hours, was found close to camp, blind, and with his mind unbalanced. He, like other wanderers in that desolate waste, had become bewildered and unconsciously circled back near to the starting point. Aunt Betsy often came to our tent, and mother frequently went to hers, and they knelt together and asked for strength to bear their burdens. Once when mother came back, she reported to father that she had discovered bear tracks quite close to camp, and was solicitous that the beast be secured, as its flesh might sustain us until rescued. As father grew weaker, we children spent more time upon the snow above camp. Often, after his wound was dressed and he fell into a quiet slumber, our ever-busy, thoughtful mother would come to us and sit on the tree trunk. Sometimes she brought paper and wrote. Sometimes she sketched the mountains and the tall treetops, which now looked like trees growing up through the snow. And often, while knitting her sewing, she held a spellbound with wondrous tales of Joseph in Egypt and Daniel in the Den of Lions, of Elijah healing the widow's son, of dear little Samuel who said, Speak, Lord, for thy servant Heareth, and of the tender loving master who took young children in his arms and blessed them. With me sitting on her lap, and Francis and Georgia at either side, she referred to father's illness and lonely condition, and said that when the next relief came, we little ones might be taken to the settlement without either parent, but, God willing, both would follow later. Who could be braver or tenderer than she, as she prepared us to go forth with strangers and live without her, while she, without medicine, without lights, would remain in care for our suffering father in hunger and in cold, and without her little girls to kiss good morning and good night. She taught us how to gain friends among those whom we should meet, and what to answer when asked whose children we were. Often her eyes gaze wistfully to westward, where sky and mountains seem to meet. And she told us that beyond those snowy peaks lay California, our land of food and safety, our promised land of happiness where God would care for us. Oh, it was painfully quiet some days in those great mountains, and lonesome upon the snow. The pints had a whispering homesick murmur, and we children had lost all inclination to play. The last food which I remember seeing in our camp before the arrival of the second relief was a thin mold of tallow which mother had tried out of the trimmings of the jerked beef brought us by the first relief. She had let it harden in a pan, and after all other rations had given out, she cut daily from it three small white squares for each of us, and we nibbled off the four corners very slowly, and then around and around the edges of the precious pieces until they became too small for us to hold between our fingers. CHAPTER XII. Arrival of Second Relief or Reed Greenwood Party. Few survivors strong enough to travel. Wife's choice. Partings at Donner Camp. My two sisters and I deserted. Departure of Second Relief Party. It was the first of March, about ten days after the arrival of the first relief, before James Reed and William McCutcheon succeeded in reaching the party they had left long months before. They together with Britt Greenwood, Hyrum Miller, Joseph Jondrow, Charles Stone, John Turner, Matthew Dofar, Charles Cady and Nicholas Clark constituted the Second Relief. They reported having met the first relief with eighteen refugees at the head of Bear Valley, three having died en route from the cabins. Among the survivors, Mr. Reed found his wife, his daughter Virginia, and his son James F. Reed, Jr. He learned there from his anxious wife that their two younger children, Martha J. and Thomas K. Reed, had also left the cabin with her, but had soon given out and been carried back and left at the mountain camp by Messers Glover and Moutry, who then retraced their steps and rejoined the party. Consequently, this Reed Greenwood party, realizing that this was no time for tarrying, had hurried on to the Lake Cabins, where Mr. Reed had the happiness of finding his children still alive. There he and five companions encamped upon the snow and fed and soothed the unfortunate. Two members continued on to Aunt Betsy's abode, and Messers Cady and Clark came to ours. This relief had followed the example of its predecessor in leaving supplies at marked caches along the trail for the return trip. Therefore it reached camp with a frugal amount for distribution. The first rations were doled out with careful hand, lest harm should come to the famishing through overeating. Still, the rescuers administered sufficient to satisfy the fiercest cravings and to give strength for the prospective journey. While crossing Alder Creek Valley to our tent that first afternoon, Messers Cady and Clark had seen fresh tracks of a bear and cubs, and in the evening the latter took one of our guns and went in pursuit of the game, which would have been a godsend to us. It was dark when he returned and told my mother that he had wounded the old bear near the camp, but that she had escaped with her young through the pines into a clump of tamarack, and that he would be able to follow her in the morning by the bloodstains on the snow. Meanwhile the two men who had come to Aunt Betsy's with food thought at best not to tell her that her son William had died in route to the settlement with the first relief. They selected from among her children in camp Solomon, Mary, and Isaac as able to follow a leader to the lake cabins and thence to go with the outgoing second relief across the mountains. Hopefully that mother kissed her three children good-bye, and then wistfully watched them depart with their rescuers on snowshoes. She herself was strong enough to make the journey, but remained because there was no one to help her carry out her two youngest children. Thirty-one of the company were still in the camps when this party arrived, nearly all of them children, unable to travel without assistance, and the adults were too feeble to give much aid to the little ones upon the snow. Consequently, when my father learned that the second relief comprised only ten men, he felt that he himself would never reach the settlement. He was willing to be left alone and entreated mother to leave him and try to save herself and us children. He reminded her that his life was almost spent, that she could do little for him, were she to remain, and that in carrying for us children she would be carrying on his work. She who had to choose between the sacred duties of wife and mother thought not of self. She looked first at her helpless little children, then into the face of her suffering and helpless husband, and tenderly, unhesitatingly, announced her determination to remain and care for him till both should be rescued or death should part them. Perplexities and heartaches multiplied with the morning hours of the following day. Mr. Clark, being anxious to provide more food, started early to hunt the wounded bear. He had not been gone long when Mr. Stone arrived from the lake cabins and told Mr. Katie that the other members of the relief had become alarmed at gathering storm clouds and had resolved to select at once the ableist among the emigrants and hasten with them across the summit and to leave Clark, Katie, and himself to cut the necessary fuel for the camps and otherwise assist the sufferers until the third relief should reach them. Katie and Stone, without waiting to inform Clark, promptly decided upon their course of action. They knew the scarcity of provisions in camp, the condition of the trail over the mountains, the probability of long, fierce march storms, and other obstacles which might delay future promised relief, and terror-stricken determined to rejoin their party, regardless of opposition, and return to the settlement. Mother, fearing that we children might not survive another storm in camp, begged Mr. Katie and Stone to take us with them, offering them five hundred dollars in coin to deliver us to Ilytha and Liana at Sutter's Fort. The agreement was made and she collected a few keepsakes and other light articles which she wished us to have and which the men seemed more than willing to carry out of the mountains. Then lovingly she combed our hair and helped us to dress quickly for the journey. When we were ready, except cloak and hood, she led us to the bedside and we took leave of father. The men helped us up the steps and stood us up in the snow. She came, put on our cloaks and hoods, saying as if talking to herself, I may never see you again, but God will take care of you. Francis was six years and eight months old and could trudge along quite bravely, but Georgia, who was little more than five and I, lacking a week of four years, could not do well on the heavy trail and we were soon taken up and carried. After traveling some distance, the men left us sitting on a blanket upon the snow and went ahead a short distance where they stopped and talked earnestly with many gesticulations. We watched them trembling lest they leave us there to freeze. Then Francis said, Don't feel afraid. If they go off and leave us, I can lead you back to mother by our foot tracks on the snow. After a seemingly long time, they returned, picked us up and took us on to one of the lake cabins where without a parting word they left us. The second relief party of which these men were members left camp on the third of March. They took with them seventeen refugees, the Breen and Graves families, Solomon Hook, Isaac and Mary Donner, and Martha and Thomas, Esther reads Two Youngest Children. CHAPTER XIII. A Fateful Cabin of Faithful Cabins of Faithful Mrs. Murphy gives motherly comfort, the great storm, half a biscuit, arrival of third relief. Where is my boy? How can I describe that fateful cabin which was dark as night to us who had come in from the glare of day? We heard no word of greeting and met no sign of welcome, but were given a dreary resting place near the foot of the steps just inside the open doorway with a bed of branches to lie upon and a blanket to cover us. After we had been there a short time we could distinguish persons on other beds of branches and a man with bushy hair reclining beside a smoldering fire. Soon a child began to cry, Give me some bread, oh, give me some meat. Then another took up the same pitiful wail. It continued so long that I wept in sympathy and fastened my arms tightly around my sister Frances's neck and hid my eyes against her still I heard that hungry cry until a husky voice shouted, Be quiet you crying children or I'll shoot you. But the silence was again and again broken by that heart-rending plea and again and again were the voices hushed by the same terrifying threat. And we three fresh from our loving mother's embrace believed the awful menace no vain threat. We were cold and too frightened to feel hungry nor were we offered food that night. But next morning Mr. Reed's little daughter Maddie appeared carrying in her apron a number of newly baked biscuits which her father had just taken from the hot ashes of his campfire. Joyfully she handed one to each inmate of the cabin then departed to join those ready to set forth on the journey to the settlement. Few can know how delicious those biscuits tasted and how carefully we caught each dropping crumb. The place seemed drearier after their giver left us yet we were glad that her father was taking her to her mother in California. Soon the great storm which had been lowering broke upon us. We were not exposed to its fury as were those who had just gone from us but we knew when it came for snow drifted upon our bed and had to be scraped off before we could rise. We were not allowed near the fire and spent most of our time on our bed of branches. Dear kind Mrs. Murphy who for months had taken care of her own son Simon and her grandson George Foster and little James Eddie gave us a share of her motherly attention and tried to feed and comfort us. Affliction and famine however had well nigh sapped her strength and by the time those plaintive voices ceased to cry for bread and meat her willing hands were too weakened to do much for us. I remember being awakened while there by two little arms clasped suddenly and tightly around me and I heard Frances say, No, she shall not go with you. You want to kill her. Near us stood Keseburg the man with the bushy hair. In limping past our sleeping place he had stopped and said something about taking me away with him which so frightened my sisters that they believed my life in danger and would not let me move beyond their reach while we remained in that dungeon. We spoke in whispers, suffered as much as the starving children in Joseph's time and were more afraid than Daniel in the Den of Lyons. How long the storm had lasted we did not know nor how many days we had been there. We were forlorn as children can possibly be when Simon Murphy who was older than Frances climbed to his usual lookout on the snow above the cabin to see if any help were coming. He returned to us stammering in his eagerness. I seen a woman on snowshoes coming from the other camp. She's a little woman like Mrs Donner. She's not looking this way and may pass. Hardly had he spoken her name before we had gathered around him and were imploring him to hurry back and call our mother. We were too excited to follow him up the steps. She came to us quickly with all the tenderness and courage needed to lessen our troubles and soften our fears. Oh how glad we were to see her and how thankful she appeared to be with us once more. We heard it in her voice and saw it in her face and when we begged her not to leave us she could not answer but clasped us closer to her bosom kissed us anew for Father's sake then told how the storm had distressed them often had they hoped that we had reached the cabins too late to join the relief then in grieving anguish felt that we had and might not live to cross the summit. She had watched the fall of snow and measured its depth had seen it drift between the two camps making the way so treacherous that no one had dared to cross it until the day before her own coming then she induced Mr Clark to try to ascertain if Mr's Katie and stone had really got us to the cabins in time to go with the second relief. We did not see Mr Clark but he had peered in taken observations and returned by nightfall and described to her our condition. John Baptiste had promised to care for Father in her absence. She left our tent in the morning as early as she could see the way. She must have stayed with us overnight for I went to sleep in her arms and they were still around me when I awoke and it seemed like a new day for we had time for many cherished talks. She veiled from us the ghastliness of death telling us Aunt Betsy and both our little cousins had gone to heaven. She said Lewis had been first to go and his mother had soon followed that she herself had carried little Sammy from his sick mother's tent to ours the very day we three were taken away and in order to keep him warm while the storm raged she had laid him close to Father's side and that he had stayed with them till day before yesterday. I asked her if Sammy had cried for bread. She replied no he was not hungry for your mother saved two of those little biscuits which the relief party brought and every day she soaked a tiny piece in water and fed him all he could eat and there is still half a biscuit left. How big that half biscuit seemed to me! I wondered why she had not brought at least a part of it to us. While she was talking with Mrs. Murphy I could not get it out of my mind. I could see that broken half biscuit with its ragged edges and knew that if I had a piece I would nibble off the rough points first. The longer I waited the more I wanted it. Finally I slipped my arm around mother's neck drew her face close to mine and whispered what are you going to do with the half biscuit you saved. I am keeping it for your sick father. She answered drawing me closer to her side laying her comforting cheek against mine letting my arm keep its place and my fingers stroke her hair. The two women were still talking in subdued tones pouring the oil of sympathy into each other's gaping wounds. Neither heard the sound of feet on the snow above. Neither knew that the third relief party was at hand until Mr. Eddie and Mr. Foster came down the steps and each asked anxiously of Mrs. Murphy, where is my boy? Each received the same sorrowful answer, dead. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. The Expedition of the Donner Party and Its Tragic Fate by Eliza P. Donner-Howton Chapter 14 The Quest of Two Fathers Second Relief in Distress Third Relief organized at Woodworth's Relay Camp divides and one half goes to Sucker's Second Relief and its Refugees and the other half proceeds to Donner Lake, a last farewell, a woman's sacrifice. It will be remembered that Mr. Eddie, being ill, was dropped out of the First Relief at Mule Springs in February and sent back to Johnson's Ranch to await the return of his party which had promised to bring out his family. Who can realize his distress when it returned with eighteen refugees and informed him that his wife and little Maggie had perished before it reached the camps and that it had been obliged to leave his baby there in care of Mrs. Murphy. Disappointed and aggrieved, the afflicted father immediately set out on horseback, hoping that he would meet his child on the trail in charge of the Second Relief, which it seemed reasonable to expect would follow closely on the footsteps of the First. He was accompanied by Mr. Foster of the Forlorn Hope, who had been forced to leave his own little son at the camp in charge of Mrs. Murphy, its grandmother. On the evening of the second day, the two reached Woodworth's Camp, established as a relay station pursuant to the general plan of rescue originally adopted. They found the midshipmen in snug quarters with several men to do his bidding. He explained that the lack of competent guides had prevented his venturing among the snow-peaks, whereupon Mr. Eddy earnestly assured him that the trail of those who had already gone up outlined the way. After much deliberation, Woodworth and his men agreed to start out next morning for the mountain camps, but tried to dissuade Mr. Eddy from accompanying them on account of his apparent depleted condition. Nevertheless, both he and Mr. Foster remained firm, and with the party left the relay camp, crossed the low foothills and encamped for the night on the Yuba River. At dusk, Woodworth was surprised by the arrival of two Forlorn-looking individuals whom he recognized as members of the Reed Greenwood Relief, which had gone up the mountain late in February and was overdue. The two implored food for themselves, also for their seven companions and three refugees, a mile back on the trail, unable to come farther. When somewhat refreshed, they were able to go more into detail, and the following explanation of their plight was elicited. One of our men, Clark, is at Donner's Camp, and the other nine of us left the cabins near the lake on the 3rd of March with 17 of the starving emigrants. The storm caught us as we crossed the summit, and 10 miles below drove us into camp. It got so bad and lasted so long that our provisions gave out and we almost froze to death cutting wood. We all worked at keeping the fires until they were completely exhausted, then seeing no prospects of help coming to us, we left and made our way down here, bringing Reed's two children and Solomon Hook, who said he could and would walk. The other fourteen that we brought over the summit are up there at what we call Starved Camp. Some are dead, the rest without food. Woodworth and two followers went at once with provisions to the nearby sufferers and later brought them down to camp. Mr. Reed and Greenwood stated that every available means had been tried by them to get the seventeen unfortunates well over the summit before the great storm reached its height. They said the physical condition of the refugees was such, from the very start, that no persuasion nor warnings nor threats could quicken their feeble steps. All but three of the number were children with their hands and feet more or less frozen. Worse still, the caches on which the party had relied for sustenance had been robbed by wild animals and the severity of the storm had forced all into camp with nothing more than a breastwork of brush to shelter them. Mrs. Elizabeth Graves died the first night, leaving to the party the hopeless task of caring—leaving to the party the hopeless task of caring for her emaciated babe in arms and her three other children between the ages of nine and five years. Soon, however, the five-year-old followed his mother, and the number of starving was again lessened on the third night when Isaac Donner went to sleep beside his sister and did not waken. The storm had continued so furiously that it was impossible to bury the dead. Days and nights were spent instead fast struggling against the threatening inevitable before the party gave up and Greenwood and Reed, taking the two Reed children and also Solomon Hook, who walked, started down the mountain, hoping to save their own lives and perhaps get fresh men to complete the pitiful work which they had been forced to abandon. When Mr. Reed and Greenwood closed their account of the terrible physical and mental strain their party had undergone, Mr. Woodworth asked his own men of the relay camp if they would go with him to rescue those unfortunates at Starved Camp and received an answer in the negative. The following morning there was an earnest consultation, and so hazardous seemed the trail and the work to be done that for a time all except Eddie and Foster refused to go farther. Finally John Stark stepped forward saying, Gentlemen, I am ready to go and do what I can for those sufferers without promise of pay. By guaranteeing three dollars per day to any man who would get supplies to the mountain camps, and fifty dollars in addition to each man who should carry a helpless child, not his own, back to the settlement, Mr. Eddie secured the services of Hiram Miller, who had just come down with the second relief, and Mr. Foster hired on the same terms Mr. Thompson from the relay camp. Mr. Woodworth offered like inducements on government account to the rest of his men, and before the morning was far advanced, with William H. Eddie acting as leader, William Foster, Hiram Miller, Mr. Thompson, John Stark, Howard Oakley, and Charles Stone, who had left us little ones at the lake camp, shouldered their packs and began the ascent. Meanwhile, how fared it at Starved Camp? Mr. and Mrs. Breen being left there with their own five suffering children and the four other poor moaning little ways, were tortured by situations too heart-rending for description, too pitiful to seem true. Suffice it to relate that Mrs. Breen shared with baby graves the last lump of loaf sugar and the last drops of tea, of that which she had denied herself and had hoarded for her own babe. When this was gone, with quivering lips, she and her husband repeated the litany and prayed for strength to meet the ordeal, then turning to the unburied dead, they resorted to the only means left to save the nine helpless little ones. When Mr. Eddie and party reached them, they found much suffering from cold and crying for something to eat, but not the whale which precedes delirium and death. This third relief party settled for the night upon the snow near these refugees, who had twice been in the shadow of doom, and after giving them food and fire, Mr. Eddie divided his force into two sections. Mr. Stark, Oakley, and Stone were to remain there and nurture the refugees a few hours longer, then carry the small children and conduct those able to walk to mule springs, while Eddie and three companions should hasten on to the cabins across the summit. Section 2, spurred on by paternal solicitude, resumed travel at four o'clock the following morning and crossed the summit soon after sunrise. The nearer they approached camp, the more anxious Mr. Eddie and Foster became to reach the children they hoped to find alive. Finally they rushed ahead, as we have seen to the Murphy cabin. Alas, only disappointment met them there. Even after Mrs. Murphy had repeated her pitiful answer, dead, the afflicted fathers stood dazed and silent, as if waiting for the loved ones to return. Mr. Eddie was the first to recover sufficiently for action. Presently Simon Murphy and we three little girls were standing on the snow under a clear blue sky, and saw Hiram Miller and Mr. Thompson coming toward camp. The change was so sudden, it was difficult to understand what had happened. How could we realize that we had passed out of that lonesome cabin never to return, or that Mrs. Murphy, too ill to leave her bed, and Keseburg, too lame to walk, by reason of a deep cleft in his heel made by an axe, would have to stay alone in that abode of wretchedness. Nor could we know our mother's anguish as she stepped aside to arrange with Mr. Eddie for our departure. She had told us at our own camp why she would remain. She had parted from us there and put us in charge of men who had risked much, and come far to do a heroic deed. Later she had found us, abandoned by them, in time of direst need and in danger of an awful death, and had warmed and cheered us back to hope and confidence. Now she was about to confide us to the care of a party whose leaders swore either to save us or die with us on the trail. We listened to the sound of her voice, felt her goodbye kisses, and watched her hasten away to father over the snow through the pines and out of sight, and knew that we must not follow. But the influence of her last caress, last yearning look of love and abiding faith will go with us through life. The ordeal through which she passed is thus told by Colonel Thornton after a personal interview with Mr. Eddie. Mrs. George Donner was able to travel, but her husband was in a helpless condition, and she would not consent to leave him while he survived. She expressed her solemn and unalterable purpose, which no danger or peril could change, to remain and perform for him the last sad office of duty and affection. She manifested, however, the greatest solicitude for her children, and informed Mr. Eddie that she had fifteen hundred dollars in silver, all of which she would give him if he would save the lives of the children. He informed her that he would not carry out one hundred dollars of all she had, but that he would save her children or die in the effort. The party had no provisions to leave for the sustenance of these unhappy, unfortunate beings. After remaining about two hours, Mr. Eddie informed Mrs. Donner that he was constrained by force of circumstances to depart. It was certain that George Donner would never rise from the miserable bed upon which he had lain down, worn by toil, and wasted by famine. A woman was probably never before placed in circumstances of greater or more peculiar trial, but her duty and affection as a wife triumphed over all her instincts of reason. The parting scene between parent and children is represented as being one that will never be forgotten so long as life remains or memory performs its functions. My own emotions will not permit me to attempt a description which language indeed has not power to delineate. It is sufficient to say that it was affecting beyond measure, and that the last words uttered by Mrs. Donner in tears and sobs to Mr. Eddie were, Oh, save, save my children. End of Chapter 14 Chapter 15 of The Expedition of the Donner Party and Its Tragic Fate This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Donna Stewart, Seattle, Washington. The Expedition of the Donner Party and Its Tragic Fate by Eliza P. Donner-Houten Chapter 15 Simon Murphy, Francis, Georgia, and I. Taken from the lake cabins by the third relief. No food to leave. Crossing the snow. Remnant of the second relief overtaken. Out of the snow. Incidents of the Journey. Johnson's Ranch. The Sinclair Home. Sutter's Fort. When we left the lake cabin, we still wore the clothing we had on when we came from our tent with messers Katie and Stone. Georgia and I were clad in quilted petticoats, Lindsay dresses, woolen stockings, and well worn shoes. Our cloaks were of a twilled material, garnet, with a white thread interwoven, and we had knitted hoods to match. Francis's clothing was as warm. Instead of a cloak, however, she wore a shawl, and her hood was blue. Her shoes had been eaten by our starving dog before he disappeared, and as all others were buried out of reach, mother had substituted a pair of her own in their stead. Mr. Foster took charge of Simon Murphy, his wife's brother, and messers Eddie and Miller carry Georgia and me. Mr. Eddie always called Georgia my girl, and she found great favour in his eyes, because in size and looks she reminded him of his little daughter who had perished in that storm-bound camp. Our first stop was on the mountainside overlooking the lake, where we were given a light meal of bread and meat and a drink of water. When we reached the head of the lake, we overtook Nicholas Clark and John Baptiste, who had deserted father in his tent, and were hurrying toward the settlement. Our coming was a surprise to them, yet they were glad to join our party. After our evening allowance of food we were stowed snugly between blankets in a snow trench near the summit of the Sierras, but were so hungry that we could hardly get to sleep even after being told that more food would do us harm. Early next morning we were again on the trail. I could not walk at all in Georgia only a short distance at a time. So treacherous was the way that our rescuers often stumbled into unseen pits, struggled among snowdrifts, and climbed icy ridges where his slipper fall might mean death in the yawning depth below. Near the close of this most trying day, Hiram M. Miller put me down, saying, wearily, I am tired of carrying you. If you will walk to that dark thing on the mountainside ahead of us, you shall have a nice lump of loaf sugar with your supper. My position in the blanket had been so cramped that my limbs were stiff and the jostling of the march had made my body ache. I looked toward the object to which he pointed. It seemed a long way off, yet I wanted the sugar so much that I agreed to walk. The wind was sharp, I shivered, and at times could hardly lift my feet. Often I stumbled and would have fallen, had he not held my hand tightly as he half led, half drew me onward. I did my part, however, in glad expectation of the promised bit of sweetness. The sun had set before we reached our landmark, which was a felled and blackened tree selected to furnish fuel for our night fire. When we children were given our evening allowance of food, I asked for my lump of sugar and cried bitterly on being harshly told there was none for me. Too disappointed and fretted to care for anything else, I sobbed myself to sleep. Nor did I wake and happy next morning. I had not forgotten the broken promise and was lonesome for mother. When Mr. Miller told me that I should walk that day as far as Francis and Georgia did, I refused to go forward and cried to go back. The result was that he used rough means before I promised to be good and do as he commanded. His act made my sister Francis rush to my defence and also touched a cord in the fatherly natures of the other two men who summarily brought about a more comfortable state of affairs. When we proceeded on our journey I was again carried by Mr. Miller in a blanket on his back as young children are carried by Indians on long journeys. My head above the blanket folds bobbed uncomfortably at every lurch. The trail led up and down and around snow peaks and under overhanging banks that seemed ready to give way and crush us. At one turn our rescuers stopped, picked up a bundle and carefully noted the fresh human footprints in the snow which indicated that a number of persons were moving in advance. By our fire that night Mr. Eddie opened the bundle that we found upon the snow and to the surprise of all Francis at once recognized in it the three silk dresses, silver spoons, small keepsakes and articles of children's clothing which Mother had entrusted to the care of Messrs. Katie and Stone. The spoons and smaller articles were now stowed away in the pockets of our rescuers for safekeeping on the journey. And while we little girls dressed ourselves in the fresh underwear and watched our discarded garments disappear in the fire, the dresses which Mother had planned should come to us later in life were remodeled for immediate use. Mr. Thompson pulled out the same sharp pocket knife, coarse black thread and big-eyed needle which he had used the previous evening while making Francis a pair of moccasins out of his own gauntlet gloves. With the help of Mr. Eddie he then ripped out the sleeves, cut off the waists about an inch above the skirt gathers, cut slits in the skirts for armholes and tacked in the sleeves. Then with Mother's wish in mind they put the dove colored silk on Francis, the light brown on Georgia and the dark coffee brown on me. Pleats and laps in the skirt bands were necessary to fit them to our necks. Strings were tied around our waists and the skirts tacked up until they were of walking length. These ample robes served for cloaks as well as dresses, for we could easily draw our hands back through the sleeves and keep our arms warm beneath the folds. Thus, comfortably clad, we began another day's journey. Before noon we overtook and passed Messer's Oakley, Stone and Stark having in charge the following refugees from Starved Camp. Mr. and Mrs. Patrick Breen and their five children, Mary Donner, Jonathan Graves, Nancy Graves and Baby Graves. Messer's Oakley and Stone were in advance the former carrying Mary Donner over his shoulder and the latter Baby Graves in his arms. Great-hearted John Stark had the care of all the rest. He was broad-shouldered and powerful and would stride ahead with two weaklings at a time, deposit them on the trail and go back for others who could not keep up. These were the remnant of the hopeful Seventeen who had started out on the 3rd of March with the second relief and with whom Mother had hoped we children would cross the mountains. It was after dark when our own little party encamped at the crossing of the Yuba River. The following morning Lieutenant Woodworth and attendants were found nearby. He commended the work done by the third relief, yet to Mr. Eddie's dismay he declared that he would not go to the rescue of those who were still in the mountains because the warmer weather was melting the snow so rapidly that the lives of his men would be endangered should he attempt to lead them up the trail which we had just followed down. He gave our party rations and said he would at once proceed to Johnson's Ranch and from there send to Mule Springs the requisite number of horses to carry to the settlement the persons now on the trail. Our party did not resume travel until 10 o'clock that morning. Nevertheless we crossed the snow line and made our next camp at Mule Springs. There we caught the first breath of spring tide, touched to the warm dry earth and saw green fields far beyond the foot of that cold cruel mountain range. Our rescuers exclaimed joyfully, thank God we are at last out of the snow and you shall soon see Elytha and Liana and have all you want to eat. Our allowance of food had been gradually increased and our improved condition bore evidence of the good care and kind treatment we had received. We remained several days at Mule Springs and were comparatively happy until the arrival of the unfortunate's from starved camp who stretched forth their gaunt hands and piteously begged for food which would have caused death had had been given to them in sufficient quantities to satisfy their cravings. When I went among them I found my little cousin Mary sitting on a blanket near Mr. Oakley who had carried her thither and who was gently trying to engage her thoughts. Her wan face was wet with tears and her hands were clasped around her knee as she rocked from side to side in great pain. A large woollen stalking covered her swollen leg and frozen foot which had become numb and fallen into the fire one night at starved camp and been badly maimed before she awakened to feel the pain. I wanted to speak to her but when I saw how lonesome and ill she looked something like pain choked off my words. Her brother Isaac had died at that awful camp and she herself would not have lived had Mr. Oakley not been so good to her. He was now comforting her with the assurance that he would have the foot cared for by a doctor as soon as they should reach the settlement and she, believing him, was trying to be brave and patient. We all resumed travel on horseback and reached Johnson's ranch at about the same hour in the day. As we approached the little colony of emigrants which had settled in the neighborhood the previous autumn, crowded in and about the two roomed adobe house which Mr. Johnson had kindly set apart as a stopping place for the several relief parties on their way to and from the mountains. All were anxious to see the sufferers for whose rescue they had helped to provide. Survivors of the forlorn hope and of the first relief were also there awaiting the arrival of their expected loved ones. There Simon Murphy who came with us met his sisters and brother. Mary Graves took from the arms of Charles Stone her slowly dying baby sister. She received from the hands of John Stark her brother Jonathan and her sister Nancy and heard of the death of her mother and of her brother Franklin at Starved Camp. That house of welcome became a house of mourning when Messers Eddie and Foster repeated the names of those who had perished in the snows. The scenes were so heart-rending that I slipped out of doors and sat in the sunshine waiting for Francis and Georgia and thinking of her who had entrusted us to the care of God. Before our short stay at the Johnson Ranch ended we little girls had a peculiar experience. While standing in a doorway the door closed with a bang upon two of my fingers. My piercing cry brought several persons to the spot and one among them sat down and soothed me in a motherly way. After I was myself again she examined the dress into which Messers Thompson and Eddie had stitched so much goodwill and she said, Let me take off this clumsy thing and give you a little blue dress with white flowers on it. She made the change and after she had fastened it in the back she got a needle and white thread and bad me stand closer to her so that she might sew up the tear which exposed my knees. She asked why I looked so hard at her sewing and I replied, My mother always makes little stitches when she sews my dresses. No amount of pulling down of the sleeves or straightening out of the skirt could conceal the fact that I was too large for the garment. As I was leaving her I heard her say to a companion, That is just as good for her and this will make two for my little girl. Later in the day Francis and Georgia parted with their silks and looked as forlorn as I in calico substitutes. Oh the balm and beauty of that early morning when Messers Eddie Thompson and Miller took us on horseback down the Sacramento Valley. Under the leafy trees and over the budding blossoms we rode. Not rapidly but steadily we neared our journey's end. Toward night when the birds had stopped their singing and were hiding themselves among bush and bow, we reached the home of Mr. and Mrs. Johnson Clare on the American River, 35 miles from Johnson's Ranch and only two and a half from Sutter's Fort. That hospitable house was overcrowded with earlier arrivals but as it was too late for us to cross the river sympathetic Mrs. Sinclair said that she would find a place for us. Having no bed to offer she loosened the rag carpet from one corner of the room, had fresh straw put on the floor and after supper tucked us away on it, drawing the carpet over us in place of quilts. We had bread and milk for supper that night and the same good food next day. In the afternoon we were taken across the river in an Indian canoe. Then we followed the winding path through the tools to Sutter's Fort where we were given over to our half sisters by those heroic men who had kept their pledge to our mother and saved our lives. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Donna Stewart, Seattle, Washington. The expedition of the Donner Party and its tragic fate by Eliza P. Donner-Houten, Chapter 16. Eliza and Liana. Life at the Fort. Watching the cow-path. Return of the Fallen Party. Keserberg brought in by them. Father and mother did not come. The room in which Eliza and Liana were staying when we arrived at Sutter's Fort was part of a long, low, single-story adobe building outside the fortification walls and like others that were occupied by belated travelers was the barest and crudest structure imaginable. It had an earthen floor, a thatched roof, a batten door, and an opening in the rear wall to serve as window. We little ones were oblivious of discomfort however. The tenderness with which we were received and the bewildering sense of safety that we felt blinded us even to the anguish and fear which crept over our two sisters when they saw us come to them alone. How they suffered I learned many years later from Eliza who said in referring to those pitiful experiences. After Sister Liana and I reached the fort with a first relief we were put in different families to await our parents but as soon as the second relief was expected we went to housekeeping gathered wood and had everything ready. No one came. Then we waited and watched anxiously for the third relief and it was a sad sight to see you three and no more. I went in kindled the fire and gave you supper. We had a bed of shavings hemmed in with poles for father and mother. They did not come. We five lay down upon it and Sister Liana and I talked long after you three were asleep wondering what we should do. You had no clothes except those you wore so the next day I got a little cotton stuff and commenced making you some. Sister Liana did the cooking and looked after you which took all her time. The United States Army officer at the fort had left orders at Captain Sutter's store that we should be furnished with the necessaries of life and that was how we were able to get the food and few things we had when you arrived. Messers Eddie and Thompson did not tell my sisters that they had no expectation of fathers getting through and considered mother's chance very slight but went directly to the fort to report to Colonel McKinstry and to Mr. Kearns what their party had accomplished and to inform them that Lieutenant Woodworth was about to break camp and return to the settlement instead of trying to get relief to the four unfortunate still at the mountain camp. Very soon thereafter a messenger on horseback from the fort delivered a letter to Lieutenant Woodworth and a fourth party was organized consisting of John Stark, John Rhodes, E. Coffeymire, John Dell, Daniel Tucker, William Foster and William Graves but this party proceeded no farther than Bear Valley on account of the rapidly melting snows. The return of the party after its fruitless efforts was not made known to Elytha and Liana nor were they aware that Thomas Fallon with six companions had set out for the mountain camps on the 10th of April. Neither fear nor misgivings troubled us little ones the morning we started out hand in hand to explore our new surroundings. We had rested, been washed, combed and fed and we believed that father and mother would soon come to us. Everything was beautiful to our eyes. We did not care if the houses did look as if they were made of dry dirt and hadn't anything but holes for windows. We watched the mothers sitting on the door sills or on chairs near them laughing as they talked and sewed and it seemed good to see the little children at play and hear them singing their dolls to sleep. The big gate to the adobe wall around Captain Sutter's home was open and we could look in and see many whitewashed huts built against the back and side walls and a flag waving from a pole in front of the large house which stood in the middle of the ground. Cannons like those we had seen at Fort Laramie were also peeping out of holes in these walls and an Indian soldier and a white soldier were marching to and fro each holding a gun against his shoulder and it pointing straight up in the air. Often we looked at each other and exclaimed, how good it is to be here instead of up in the snow. It was hard to go back to the house when sisters called us. I do not remember the looks or taste of anything they gave us to eat. We were so eager to stay out in the sunshine before long we went to that dreary bare room only to sleep. Many of the women at the fort were kind to us, gave us bread from their scant loaves not only because we were destitute but because they had grateful recollection of those whose name we bore. Once a tall freckle-faced boy with very red hair edged up to where I was watching others at play and whispered, see hello gal you weren't up and get that little tin cup of yawn and when you see me come out of mr. women's house with a milk pail on my arm you go around yonder to tell the side of the cow pen where you find a hole big enough to put the cup through. Then you can watch me milk it full of the nicest milk you ever tasted. You needn't say nothing to nobody about it. I'll give your sister some last time and I want to do the same for you. I ain't got no mother neither and I know how it is. When I got there he took the cup and as he sat down under old bossy smilingly asked me if I liked lots of foam. I told him I did. He milked a faster stronger stream than handed me the cup full as he could carry it and a white cap of foam stood above its rim. I tasted it and told him it was too good to drink fast but he watched me until it was all gone. Then saying he didn't want thanks he hurried me back to the children. I never saw that boy again but have ever been grateful for his act of pure kindness. Every day or two a horse all white with lather and dripping with sweat would rush by and the indian or white man on his back would guide him straight to Captain Kerns' quarters where he would hand out papers and letters. The women and children would flock thither to see if it meant news for them. Often they were disappointed and talked a great deal about the tediousness of the Mexican war and the delays of Captain Fremont's company. They wanted the war to end and their men folk back so they could move and get to farming before it should be too late to grow garden truck for family use. While they thus anxiously awaited the return of their soldiers we kept watch of the cowpath by which we had reached the fort, for Elitha had told us that we might pretty soon see the relief coming. She did not say with father and mother, but we did, and she replied, I hope so. We were very proud of the new clothes she had made us but the first time she washed and hung them out to dry they were stolen and we were again destitute. Sister Elitha thought perhaps strange Indians took them. In May the Fallon party arrived with horses laden with many packs of goods but their only refugee was Louis Keseberg from the cabin near the lake. It was evening and someone came to our door, spoke to Elitha and Leanna in low tones and went away. My sisters turned, put their arms about us and wept bitterly. Then gently, compassionately, the cruel, desolating truth was told. Ah, how could we believe it? No anxious watching, no weary waiting would ever bring father and mother to us again. End of Chapter 16. Recorded by Donna Stewart, Seattle, Washington.