On the seventeenth, the chief with much difficulty procured, for Mr. Eddy, a gill of pine nuts which the latter found so nutritious that the following morning, on resuming travel, he was able to walk without support.  They had proceeded less than a mile when his companions sank to the ground completely unnerved.  They had suddenly given up and were willing to die.  The Indians appeared greatly perplexed, and Mr. Eddy shook with sickening fear.  Was his great effort to come to naught?  Should his wife and babes die while he stood guard over those who would no longer help themselves?  No, he would push ahead and see what he yet could do!

The old chief sent an Indian with him as a guide and support.  Relieved of the sight and personal responsibility of his enfeebled companions, Mr. Eddy felt a renewal of strength and determination.  He pressed onward, scarcely heeding his dusky guide.  At the end of five miles they met another Indian, and Mr. Eddy, now conscious that his feet were giving out, promised the stranger tobacco, if he would go with them and help to lead him to the “white man’s house.”

And so that long, desperate struggle for life, and for the sake of loved ones, ended an hour before sunset, when Mr. Eddy, leaning heavily upon the Indians, halted before the door of Colonel M.D.  Richey’s home, thirty-five miles from Sutter’s Fort.

The first to meet him was the daughter of the house, whom he asked for bread.  Thornton says: 

She looked at him, burst out crying, and took hold of him to assist him into the room.  He was immediately placed in bed, in which he lay unable to turn his body during four days.  In a very short time he had food brought to him by Mrs. Richey, who sobbed as she fed the miserable and frightful being before her.  Shortly, Harriet, the daughter, had carried the news from house to house in the neighborhood, and horses were running at full speed from place to place until all preparations were made for taking relief to those whom Mr. Eddy had left in the morning.

William Johnson, John Howell, John Rhodes, Mr. Keiser, Mr. Sagur, Racine Tucker, and Joseph Varro assembled at Mr. Richey’s immediately.  The females collected the bread they had, with tea, sugar, and coffee, amounting to as much as four men could carry.  Howell, Rhodes, Sagur, and Tucker started at once, on foot, with the Indians as guides, and arrived at camp, between fifteen and eighteen miles distant, at midnight.

Mr. Eddy had warned the outgoing party against giving the sufferers as much food as they might want, but, on seeing them, the tender-hearted men could not deny their tearful begging for “more.”  One of the relief was kept busy until dawn preparing food which the rest gave to the enfeebled emigrants.  This overdose of kindness made its victims temporarily very ill, but caused no lasting harm.