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remembered that this little nursing babe had nothing to eat except a

little coarse flour mixed in snow water. Its mother crossed the

mountains with the ”Forlorn Hope,” and from the sixteenth of December to

the twentieth of February it lived upon the miserable gruel made from

unbolted flour. How it makes the heart ache to think of this little

suerer, wasting away, moaning with hunger, and sobbing for something

to eat. The teaspoonful of snow water would contain only a few particles

of the flour, yet how eagerly the dying child would reach for the

pitiful food. The tiny hands grew thinner, the sad, pleading eyes sank

deeper in their fleshless sockets, the face became hollow, and the wee

voice became fainter, yet, day after day, little Catherine Pike

continued to breathe, up to the very arrival of the relief party.

Patrick Breen says twenty-three started across the mountains. Their

names were: Mrs. Margaret W. Reed and her children - Virginia E. Reed,

Patty Reed, Thomas Reed, and James F. Reed, Jr.; Elitha C. Donner,

Leanna C. Donner, Wm. Hook, and George Donner, Jr.; Wm. G. Murphy,

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M. Murphy, and Naomi L. Pike; Wm. C. Graves, Eleanor Graves, and Lovina

Graves; Mrs. Phillipine Keseberg, and Ada Keseberg; Edward J. and Simon

P. Breen, Eliza Williams, John Denton, Noah James, and Mrs. Wolfinger.

In starting from the camps at Donner Lake, Mrs. Keseberg’s child and

Naomi L. Pike were carried by the relief party. In a beautiful letter

received from Naomi L. Pike (now Mrs. Schenck, of the Dalles, Oregon),

she says: ”I owe my life to the kind heart of John Rhodes, whose

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sympathies were aroused for my mother. He felt that she was deserving of

some relic of all she had left behind when she started with the first

party in search of relief, and he carried me to her in a blanket.” We

have before spoken of this noble man’s bravery in bearing the news of

the condition of the ”Forlorn Hope” and of the Donner Party to Sutter’s

Fort. Here we find him again exhibiting the nobility of his nature by

saving this little girl from starvation by carrying her on his back over

forty miles of wintry snow.

Before the party had proceeded two miles, a most sad occurrence took

place. It became evident that Patty and Thomas Reed were unable to stand

the fatigue of the journey. Already they exhibited signs of great

weakness and weariness, and it was not safe to allow them to proceed.

Mr. Aquila Glover informed Mrs. Reed that it was necessary that these

two children go back. Who can portray the emotions of this fond mother?

What power of language can indicate the struggle which took place in the

minds of this stricken family? Mr. Glover promised to return as soon as

he arrived at Bear Valley, and himself bring Patty and Thomas over the

mountains. This promise, however, was but a slight consolation for the

agonized mother or weeping children, until finally a hopeful thought

occurred to Mrs. Reed. She turned suddenly to Mr. Glover, and asked,

”Are you a Mason?’ He replied, ”I am.” ”Do you promise me,” she said,

”upon the word of a Mason, that when you arrive at Bear Valley, you will

come back and get my children?” Mr. Glover made the promise, and the

children were by him taken back to the cabins. The mother had

remembered, in this gloomiest moment of life, that the father of her

little ones was a Mason, and that he deeply reverenced the order. If her

children must be left behind in the terrible snows, she would trust the

promise of this Mason to return and save them. It was a beautiful trust

in a secret order by a Mason’s wife in deep distress.

Rebecca E. App, writing for her mother, gives a vivid description of

this journey across the summits, from which is taken the following brief

extract:

”It was a bright Sunday morning when we left the cabins. Some were in

good health, while others were so poor and emaciated that they could

scarcely walk. I was one of the weakest in the party, and not one in the

train thought I would get to the top of the first hill. We were a sad

spectacle to look upon as we left the cabins. We marched along in single

file, the leader wearing snow-shoes, and the others following after, all

stepping in the leader’s tracks. I think my sister and myself were about

the rear of the train, as the strongest were put in front. My sister

Elitha and I were alone with strangers, as it were, having neither

father, mother, nor brothers, to give us a helping hand or a word of

courage to cheer us onward. We were placed on short allowance of food

from the start, and each day this allowance was cut shorter and shorter,

until we received each for our evening and morning meal two small pieces

of jerked beef, about the size of the index finger of the hand. Finally,

the last ration was issued in the evening. This was intended for that

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evening and the next morning, but I was so famished I could not resist

the temptation to eat all I had - the two meals at one time. Next

morning, of course, I had nothing for breakfast. Now occurred an

incident which I shall never forget. While I sat looking at the others

eating their morsels of meat, which were more precious than gold or

diamonds, my sister saw my distress, and divided her piece with me. How

long we went without food after that, I do not know. I think we were

near the first station.”

Chapter XIII.

Death of Ada Keseberg

Denton Discovering Gold

A Poem Composed While Dying

The Caches of Provisions Robbed by Fishers

The Sequel to the Reed-Snyder Tragedy

Death from Over-eating

The Agony of Frozen Feet

An Interrupted Prayer

Stanton, after Death, Guides the Relief Party

The Second Relief Party Arrives

A Solitary Indian

Patty Reed and her Father

Starving Children Lying in Bed

Mrs. Graves’ Money Still Buried at Donner Lake.

Peasin P. Tucker’s relief party had twenty-one emigrants with them after

Patty and Thomas Reed returned to the desolate cabins. On the evening of

the first day, one of the twenty-one died. It was the baby child of

Lewis Keseberg. The mother had fairly worshiped her girl. They buried

the little one in the snow. It was all they could do for the pallid form

of the starved little girl. Mrs. Keseberg was heart-broken over her

baby’s death. At the very outset she had oered everything she

possessed - twenty-five dollars and a gold watch-to any one who would

carry her child over the mountains. After the starved band resumed their

weary march next morning, it is doubtful if many thought of the niche

hollowed out of the white snow, or of the pulseless heart laid therein.

Death had become fearfully common, and his victims were little heeded by

the perishing company. The young German mother, however, was

inconsolable. Her only boy had starved to death at the cabins, and now

she was childless.

The next day the company reached Summit Valley. An incident of this

day’s travel illustrates the exhausted condition of the members of the

Donner Party. John Denton, an Englishman, was missed when camp was

pitched, and John Rhodes returned and found him fast asleep upon the

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snow. He had become so weary that he yielded to a slumber that would

soon have proven fatal. With much labor and exertion he was aroused and

brought to camp. Denton appreciated the kindness, but at the same time

declared that it would be impossible for him to travel another day. Sure

enough, after journeying a little way on the following morning, his

strength utterly gave way. His companions built a fire for him, gave him

such food as they were able, and at his earnest request continued their

sorrowful march. If another relief came soon, he would, perhaps, be

rescued. Denton was well educated and of good family, was a gunsmith by

trade, and was skilled in metals. It is related, that while in the Reed

cabin, he discovered in the earth, ashes, and burnt stones in the

fireplace, some small pieces of yellowish metal, which he declared to be

gold. These he made into a small lump, which he carefully preserved

until he left the lake, and it was doubtless lost on the mountains at

his death. This was in the spring of 1847, before the discovery of gold

in California. The strange little metallic lump was exhibited to several

who are yet living, and who think there is reason for believing it was

really gold. A few years before the construction of the Central Pacific,

Knoxville, about ten miles south of Donner Lake, and Elizabethtown, some

six miles from Truckee, were famous mining camps. Gold never has been

found on the very shore of Donner Lake, but should the discovery be

made, and especially should gold be found in the rocks or earth near the

Reed cabin, there would be reason to believe that this poor unfortunate

man was in reality the first discoverer of the precious metal in

California. Left alone in the snow-mantled forests of the Sierra, what

were this man’s emotions? In the California Star of 1847, a bound volume

of which is in the State Library in Sacramento, appears the following

poem. The second relief party found it written on the leaf of a

memorandum book by the side of Denton’s lifeless body. The pencil with

which it was written lay also by the side of the unfortunate man. Ere

the lethargy of death stole away his senses, John Denton’s thoughts had

been of his boyhood’s beautiful home in merry England. These thoughts

were woven into verse. Are they not strangely pathetic and beautiful?

Judge Thornton, in 1849, published them with the following prefatory

words: ”When the circumstances are considered in connection with the

calamities in which the unhappy Denton was involved, the whole compass

of American and English poetry may be challenged to furnish a more

exquisitely beautiful, a more touching and pathetic piece. Simple and

intimate to the last degree, yet coming from the heart, it goes to the

heart. Its lines are the last plaintive notes which wintry winds have

wakened from an Lolian harp, the strings of which rude hands have

sundered. Bring before your mind the picture of an amiable young man who

has wandered far from the paternal roof, is stricken by famine, and left

by his almost equally unhappy companions to perish among the terrible

snows of the great Sierra Nevada. He knows that his last, most solemn

hour is near. Reason still maintains her empire, and memory, faithful to

the last, performs her functions. On every side extends a boundless

waste of trackless snow. He reclines against a bank of it, to rise no

more, and busy memory brings before him a thousand images of past beauty

and pleasure, and of scenes he will never revisit. A mother’s image

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presents itself to his mind, tender recollections crowd upon his heart,

and the scenes of his boyhood and youth pass in review before him with

an unwonted vividness. The hymns of praise and thanksgiving that in

harmony swelled from the domestic circle around the family altar are

remembered, and soothe the sorrows of the dying man, and finally, just

before he expires, he writes:”

”Oh! after many roving years,

How sweet it is to come

Back to the dwelling-place of youth,

Our first and dearest home;

To turn away our wearied eyes

From proud ambition’s towers,

And wander in those summer fields,

The scenes of boyhood’s hours.”

”But I am changed since last I gazed

Upon that tranquil scene,

And sat beneath the old witch elm

That shades the village green;

And watched my boat upon the brook

It was a regal galley

And sighed not for a joy on earth,

Beyond the happy valley.”

”I wish I could once more recall

That bright and blissful joy,

And summon to my weary heart -

The feelings of a boy.

But now on scenes of past delight

I look, and feel no pleasure,

As misers on the bed of death

Gaze coldly on their treasure.”

When Captain Tucker’s relief party were going to Donner Lake, they left

a portion of their provisions in Summit Valley, tied up in a tree. They

had found these provisions dicult to carry, and besides, it was best

to have something provided for their return, in case the famished

emigrants ate all they carried over the summit. It was indeed true that

all was eaten which they carried over. All the scanty allowances were,

one after another, consumed. When the relief party, and those they were

rescuing, reached the place where the provisions had been cached, they

were in great need of the reserve store which they expected to find. To

their horror and dismay, they found that wild animals had gnawed the

ropes by which the cache had been suspended, and had destroyed every

vestige of these provisions! Death stared them in the face, and the

strongest men trembled at the prospect.

Here comes the sequel to the Reed-Snyder tragedy. Had it not been for

Reed’s banishment, there is every reason to believe that these people

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would have died for want of food. It will be remembered, however, that

the relief party organized by Reed was only a few days behind Captain

Tucker’s. On the twenty-seventh of February, just as the horror and

despair of their dreadful situation began to be realized, Tucker, and

those with him, were relieved by the second relief party.

In order to better understand these events, let us return and follow the

motions of Reed and the members of the second relief party. In the

article quoted in a former chapter from the Rural Press, Reed traced <