In both cases, you'll find one: a fairly large group of ill-prepared greenhorns, pitting themselves against nature and each other, two: an insufficient willingness to endure the very real hardships of frontiering, and three: coincidental misfortune at every turn. Number three: coincidental misfortune at EVERY TURN.
The disasters of both camps were initially brought about by departure delay-inducing inertia, which caused our heroes to begin their journeys at absolutely retarded times weather-wise.
If fantasy is the refuge of the frightened man, and a castle in the air is safe harbor for a foolish few, just imagine:
Living in a hut buried twelve feet below the snow, where the sight and smell of the scattered carcasses of loved ones at your feet, is...the lay of the land. Just another day.
I would like to propose that cannibalism was indeed rampant among America's earliest settlers: the Pilgrims.
The Pilgrims. For what does "settler" imply, if not the willingness to settle? The willingness to settle for a meal of human flesh if my thoughts on the subject are to believed.
In conclusion, spread the word of this: Look to the night sky and hark back to your forefathers' shortcomings, [chuckle] and your own, as you cut your meat and lay the groundwork for a New Tomorrow.
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"The Donner Party" as written by Melora "rasputina" Creager
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