The Expedition of the Donner Party and its Tragic Fate — Reading Notes

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Eliza P. Donner Houghton, a child survivor of the Donner Party, recounts her family's overland journey and the harrowing winter in the Sierra Nevada, blending personal memory with a defense against sensationalized accounts of cannibalism and suffering.
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had he been married, and twice bereft by death when he met my mother, Tamsen Eustis Dozier, then a widow, whom he married May 24, 1839. She was a native of Newburyport, Massachusetts. She was cultured, and had been a successful teacher and writer. Their home became the local literary centre after she was installed as its mistress.

My father had two sons and eight daughters when she became his wife; but their immediate family circle consisted only of his aged parents, and Elitha and Leanna, young daughters of his second marriage, until July 8, 1840, when blue-eyed Frances Eustis was born to them. On the fourth of December, 1841, brown-eyed Georgia Ann was added to the number; and on the eighth of March, 1843, I came into this world.

I grew to be a healthy, self-reliant child, a staff to my sister Georgia, who, on account of a painful accident and long illness during her first year, did not learn to walk steadily until after I was strong enough to help her to rise, and lead her to a sand pile near the orchard, where we played away the bright days of two uneventful years.

With the approaching Winter of 1845 popular interest in the great territory to the west of us spread to our community. Maps and reports were eagerly studied. The few old letters which had been received from traders and trappers along the Pacific coast were brought forth for general perusal. The course of the reading society which met weekly at our home was changed, in order that my mother might read to those assembled the publications which had kindled in my father and uncle the desire to migrate to the land so alluringly described. Prominent among these works were "Travels Among the Rocky Mountains, Through Oregon and California," by Lansford W. Hastings, and also the "Topographical Report, with Maps Attached," by Captain Frémont, which has been already mentioned.

_The Springfield Journal_, published by Mr. Allen Francis, appeared with glowing editorials, strongly advocating emigration to the Pacific coast, and its columns contained notices of companies forming in Southern and Southwestern States, each striving to be ready to join the "Great Overland Caravan," scheduled to leave Independence, Missouri, for Oregon, early in May, 1846.

Mr. James F. Reed, a well-known resident of Springfield, was among those who urged the formation of a company to go directly from Sangamon County to California. Intense interest was manifested; and had it not been for the widespread financial depression of that year, a large number would have gone from that vicinity. The great cost of equipment, however, kept back many who desired to make the long journey.

As it was, James F. Reed, his wife and four children, and Mrs. Keyes, the mother of Mrs. Reed; Jacob Donner, his wife, and seven children; and George Donner, his wife, and five children; also their teamsters and camp assistants,--thirty-two persons all told,--constituted the first emigrant party from Illinois to California. The plan was to join the Oregon caravan at Independence, Missouri, continue with it to Fort Hall, and thence follow Frémont's route to the Bay of San Francisco.

The preparations made for the journey by my parents were practical. Strong, commodious emigrant wagons were constructed especially for the purpose. The oxen to draw them were hardy, well trained, and rapid walkers. Three extra yoke were provided for emergencies. Cows were selected to furnish milk on the way. A few young beef cattle, five saddle-horses, and a good watch-dog completed the list of live stock.

After carefully calculating the requisite amount of provisions, father stored in his wagons a quantity that was deemed more than sufficient to last until we should reach California. Seed and implements for use on the prospective farms in the new country also constituted an important part of our outfit. Nor was that all. There were bolts of cheap cotton prints, red and yellow flannels, bright-bordered handkerchiefs, glass beads, necklaces, chains, brass finger rings, earrings, pocket looking-glasses and divers other knickknacks dear to the hearts of aborigines. These were intended for distribution as peace offerings among the Indians. Lastly, there were rich stores of laces, muslins, silks, satins, velvets and like cherished fabrics, destined to be used in exchange for Mexican land-grants in that far land to which we were bound.

My mother was energetic in all these preparations, but her special province was to make and otherwise get in readiness a bountiful supply of clothing. She also superintended the purchase of materials for women's handiwork, apparatus for preserving botanical specimens, water colors and oil paints, books and school supplies; these latter being selected for use in the young ladies' seminary which she hoped to establish in California.

Eliza P. Donner Houghton was not yet four years old when her family became trapped in the Sierra Nevada snows during the winter of 1846–47. In The Expedition of the Donner Party and its Tragic Fate, she writes from the dual perspective of a child who watched and suffered and an adult who spent decades gathering testimony from other survivors and rescuers. The preface announces a corrective aim: to counter “false and sensational details” that had been spread by “morbid collectors of food for excitable brains.” Houghton insists that the starving parents “shared their last morsels of food with helpless companions” and that the children survived because the adults hungered in their stead. This tension between remembered tenderness and public notoriety shapes every page.

A Child’s View of Catastrophe

Houghton’s narrative is unusual because it retains the limited understanding of a small child even as it is framed by an adult’s research. She recalls “scenes of loving care and tenderness” alongside “scenes of anguish, pain, and dire distress” that were “branded on my brain.” The preface emphasizes that she was “too young to do more than watch and suffer with other children the lesser privations of our snow-beleaguered camp.” This double vision—innocent observation overlaid with later knowledge—gives the account a distinctive emotional texture. Houghton does not claim to remember every detail; instead, she notes that her resolve to tell the story “so clearly that no one can doubt its truth” was kept fresh by “eager research for verification” and “diligent communication with older survivors.” The result is a memoir that is both personal and documentary, shaped by a lifelong effort to reconcile childhood memory with historical fact.

The Texture of Everyday Life in Mexican California

After the relief of the survivors, Houghton’s narrative shifts to the rhythms of life in California under Mexican rule. She describes the tolling of church bells, the dress of “high-born ladies” who “put aside their jewels” for seasons of fasting, and the “picturesque rebosa of fine lace or gauzy silk” worn by women of the manor. Indian servants followed their mistresses with “mats and kneeling cushions,” wearing “white chemises, bright-colored petticoats, and handkerchiefs folded three-cornerwise.” The young girls modeled their costumes after their mothers and walked “as demure and walked as stately as their elders.” These details, drawn from a child’s attentive gaze, offer a rare glimpse of social hierarchy and religious custom in 1840s California. Houghton’s memory of candy in glass jars—sugar plums and almond eggs from France—and her confession that she had once received a lump of loaf sugar each night until it ran out, underscores the contrast between the abundance of the settled coast and the scarcity of the mountain camps.

Gold Fever and the Transformation of the Landscape

Houghton captures the moment when the cry “Gold discovered!” swept through the valley “like a blight, stopping every industry in its wake.” She reports that the hotel-keeper sold his kettles and pans and closed his house, shopkeepers raised prices, and “men and half-grown boys hardly took time to collect a meagre outfit before they were off with shovel and pan.” Families packed their effects into emigrant wagons and deserted house and lands for the gold fields. The language is precise and concrete: gold came “in dust, grains, and chunks” from Coloma, “not more than a day’s journey from Sutter’s Fort.” Houghton’s account of the gold rush is not a celebration of opportunity but a record of disruption. The same landscape that had been the site of the Donner Party’s ordeal was now being transformed by a different kind of fever. Her perspective as a survivor of one catastrophe gives her description of another a particular gravity: she has already seen what happens when hope outruns preparation.

Houghton’s memoir is best read as a layered document: a child’s recollections filtered through an adult’s determination to set the record straight. Readers should attend to the shifts in tone between the harrowing winter scenes and the quieter observations of California life that follow. The author’s insistence on the humanity of the Donner Party’s adults—their self-sacrifice rather than their desperation—is the book’s central argument, and it is one she supports not with rhetoric but with the accumulation of specific, verifiable detail.

Years at the reference desk taught me that some memoirs carry more weight than paper allows. Eliza Houghton’s account of the Donner Party—her child’s-eye view of endurance—whispered to me of quiet, stubborn memory-keeping. Oddly, it found a companion in Harriet Martineau — A Reader’s Guide, for she too wrote to make sense of human suffering with a steady, untrembling hand.

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