Journey of the ‘Forlorn Hope’
The snow kept falling for weeks, burying the makeshift cabins of the Donner Party. The frigid weather was unrelenting and the emigrants had exhausted nearly everything edible—oxen and their hides, pet dogs, field mice, even leather shoelaces. By mid-December, when it became clear that the weather wasn’t going to break, 15 of the strongest and healthiest men and women strapped on rudimentary snowshoes and set out to cross the summit and find help.
The escape party became known as the “Forlorn Hope.”
“They soon found out that it was going to be an incredibly difficult task,” says Michael Wallis, author of The Best Land Under Heaven: The Donner Party in the Age of Manifest Destiny. “It was horrible climbing that great divide with frostbitten hands and feet, weakened by hunger, panting for air. The sun reflected off the snow and ice and burned the corneas of their eyes. The pain became unbearable.”
One by one, members of the Forlorn Hope died from exposure, and their starving comrades became the first of the Donner Party to break the taboo of eating the dead. The life-sustaining flesh gave them the strength to push on, but that act also inspired a far worse crime. A man named William Foster shot and killed two Miwok tribesmen who were accompanying the Forlorn Hope as guides, and the survivors ate the men as if they were any other “animal.”
Ironically, it was Miwok villagers who made first contact with the seven surviving members of the Forlorn Hope and fed and clothed them when the half-dead escape party stumbled into the valley below. The harrowing journey from Donner Lake had taken 33 days.
The First Rescue Missions, Including Exiled James Reed
Word spread quickly of the starving families trapped at Truckee Lake (now Donner Lake) in the Sierra. The first rescue party, known as the First Relief, departed from Sutter’s Fort near modern-day Sacramento. Sutter’s Fort was a mini-empire run by Swiss immigrant John Sutter, who enslaved local Miwok and Nisenan peoples to work his land.
There were only seven men with the first relief rescue party, and the going was slow and dangerous.
“In some places, the snow around them was 30 feet deep,” says Wallis, “and they had to ditch supplies along the way because their packs were too heavy. They needed relief as much as the people they were rescuing.”
When the First Relief finally arrived at the Donner Party camps, they had little food left to distribute to the desperate families, but they offered to lead the strongest back down the mountain to safety. Sadly, many of those individuals didn’t survive the journey.
Meanwhile, James Reed was frantically trying to raise money for a second expedition to save his wife and children. Reed, a lawyer from Illinois, was one of the organizers of the Donner Party expedition. In a heated exchange with a teamster (someone who drives oxen) named John Snyder, Reed stabbed Snyder in the chest and killed him along the trail. While some wanted to hang Reed on the spot, the pioneers chose to banish him from the party.
Traveling alone, Reed crossed the Sierra before the snows fell and was in California when he received the terrible news of his family’s fate. Reed was temporarily sidetracked from the rescue effort by the outbreak of armed clashes with Mexico, which still governed Alta California. In January of 1847, Reed fought in the Battle of Santa Clara, and was able to recruit some fellow soldiers and gather supplies for the second relief mission to the mountains.
By this point, cannibalism was widespread at the Donner Party camps as no other sustenance was available. Reed’s rescue party was able to evacuate 17 people, including Reed’s own family and most of the Donner family.
“I can’t overemphasize the importance of James Reed,” says Wallis. “If it wasn’t for Reed, the rest of the Donner Party would have died.”
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