History of the Donner Party: A Tragedy of the SierraMcGlashan, C. F. (Charles Fayette)
History
History of the Donner Party: A Tragedy of the Sierra
McGlashan, C. F. (Charles Fayette)
Donner Party; Overland journeys to the Pacific
It is proper to mention, in corroboration of Keseberg's statement
regarding his lameness, that several of the survivors remembered,
and had related the circumstance prior to the interview. It is a
well-authenticated fact that he was very lame, and could not walk,
yet, as a specimen of the abuse which has been heaped upon the man,
a quotation is introduced from Thornton's "Oregon and California." In
speaking of the departure of Foster and Eddy, Thornton says: "There
were in camp Mrs. Murphy, Mr. and Mrs. Gorge Donner, and Keseberg--the
latter, it was believed, having far more strength to travel than others
who had arrived in the settlements. But he would not travel, for the
reason, as was suspected, that he wished to remain behind for the
purpose of obtaining the property and money of the dead." Keseberg's
statement continues:
"When we reached the lake, we lost our road, and owing to the depth of
the snow on the mountains; were compelled to abandon our wagons, and
pack our goods upon oxen. The cattle, unused to such burdens, caused
great delay by 'bucking' and wallowing in the snow. There was also much
confusion as to what articles should be taken and what abandoned. One
wanted a box of tobacco carried along; another, a bale of calico, and
some thing and some another. But for this delay we would have passed the
summit and pressed forward to California. Owing to my lameness, I was
placed on horseback, and my foot was tied up to the saddle in a sort of
sling. Near evening we were close to the top of the dividing ridge. It
was cold and chilly, and everybody was tired with the severe exertions
of the day. Some of the emigrants sat down to rest, and declared they
could go no further. I begged them for God's sake to get over the ridge
before halting. Some one, however, set fire to a pitchy pine tree, and
the flames soon ascended to its topmost branches. The women and children
gathered about this fire to warm themselves. Meantime the oxen were
rubbing off their packs against the trees. The weather looked very
threatening, and I exhorted them to go on until the summit was reached.
I foresaw the danger plainly and unmistakably. Only the strongest men,
however, could go ahead and break the road, and it would have taken a
determined man to induce the party to leave the fire. Had I been well,
and been able to push ahead over the ridge, some, if not all, would have
followed. As it was, all lay down on the snow, and from exhaustion were
soon asleep. In the night, I felt something impeding my breath. A heavy
weight seemed to be resting upon me. Springing up to a sitting posture,
I found myself covered with freshly-fallen snow. The camp, the cattle,
my companions, had all disappeared. All I could see was snow everywhere.
I shouted at the top of my voice. Suddenly, here and there, all about
me, heads popped up through the snow. The scene was not unlike what one
might imagine at the resurrection, when people rise up out of the earth.
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