What a remarkable woman was Eliza Poor Donner Houghton.
Most books concerning the Donner Party--and they are legion--end with Keseberg's "rescue," if you can call it that. More accurately, a final "relief" party scavenged the lake and creek camps, the "rescuers" packing as many valuables out as they could, while allowing the lone member of the trapped party that they found still alive to hobble and crawl along in their wake as best he could.
Eliza carries us along from 1847 to 1861 and her marriage, and beyond, to her later interviews with Jean Baptiste and Keseberg, for example.
I wish to record that interview with Jean Baptiste, pp 350-351:
"John, always a picturesque character, had become a hop picker in hop season, and a fisherman the rest of the year. He could not restrain the tears which coursed down his bronzed cheeks as he spoke of the destitution and suffering in the snow-bound camps; of the young unmarried men who had been so light-hearted on the plains and brave when first they faced the snows. His voice trembled as he told how often they had tried to break through the great barriers, and failed; hunted, and found nothing; fished, and caught nothing; and when rations dwindled to strips of beef hide, their strength waned, and death found them ready victims...."
(At this point Jean Baptiste lies and tells Eliza what she wants to hear, that the Donner families were never forced to consume human flesh. We know he lied: even Eliza's own sister, Georgia, said that there came a point when Tamsen, their mother, cooked bits of meat which the parents did not eat themselves. In the extremity of need, Tamsen fed it to the girls while George, their father, turned his face to the wall and cried as they ate.)
"...When saying good-bye, he looked at me wistfully and exclaimed: 'Oh, little Eliza, sister mine, how I suffered and worked to keep you alive. Do you think there was ever colder, stronger winds than them that whistled and howled around our camp in the Sierras?'
"He returned the next day, and in his quaint, earnest way expressed keenest regret that he and Clark had not remained longer in camp with my father and mother.
"'I did not feel it so much at first; but after I got married and had children of my own, I often fished and cried, as I thought of what I done, for if we two men had stayed, perhaps we might have saved that little woman.' (He is referring to Tamsen Donner, Eliza's mother.)
"His careworn features lightened as I bade him grieve no more, for I realized that he was but a boy (Jean Baptiste judged himself to have been about 16 that winter of 1846-47), over burdened with a man's responsibilities, and had done his best, and that nobly. Then I added what I have always believed, that no one was to blame for the misfortunes which overtook us in the mountains. The dangers and difficulties encountered by reason of taking the Hastings Cut-off had all been surmounted--two weeks more and we should have reached our destination in safety. Then came the snow! Who could foresee that it would come earlier, fall deeper, and linger longer, that season than for thirty years before? Everything that a party could do to save itself was done by the Donner Party; and certainly everything that a generous, sympathizing people could do to save the snow-bound was done by the people of California."
From Wikipedia, quoting from page 201 in George Stewart's Ordeal By Hunger : "Georgia Donner wrote (to Charles McGlashan) to clarify some points, saying that human flesh was prepared for people in both tents at Alder Creek, but to her recollection (she was four years old ((sic: she was actually five)) during the winter of 1846–1847) it was given only to the youngest children: 'Father was crying and did not look at us the entire time, and we little ones felt we could not help it. There was nothing else.' She also remembered that Elizabeth Donner, Jacob's wife, announced one morning that she had cooked the arm of Samuel Shoemaker, a 25-year-old teamster.Eliza Donner Houghton, in her 1911 account of the ordeal, did not mention any cannibalism at Alder Creek."