So many stories, so many conflicting recollections. How could James Reed have forgotten that it was Pike, not McCutchen, who accompanied him and Stanton ahead of their party, to catch Hastings up and ascertain the route the wagons should follow through the Wasatch?
Pike and Stanton didn't survive to clarify Reed's recollections, but McCutchen did. Surely McCutchen could have later said, yeah, it was Pike, not I, or, conversely, yeah, I was the one who rode with Reed and Stanton.
How could a then 17-year-old Jacob Harlan, of the Harlan-Young party that preceded the Donner-Reed party over the Hastings cut-off and guided by Hastings himself, have remained absolutely convinced that the Donners et al. accompanied the Harlan party into the Wasatch and then decided to branch off, unfortunately for the Harlan-Young party, and disastrously for the Donner-Reed party.
This cannot be. It cannot. Yet Jacob Harlan never falters.
This book is a must read for the seriously Donner-addicted. As usual, I am left wishing with all my heart that my dad were still alive to read it.