This Mr.R.G.Moody, his wife and daughter, Mrs.Quinby, and son Charles, all lived in San Jose and are now dead.
H.C.Skinner was a brother-in-law of Moody and also lived a long time in San Jose, but himself, son and one daughter, are now dead.
Rogers and I now took the pack-saddle we had borrowed of Mr.French to use on our trip to Death Valley and return, and carried it to the saloon on the east side of the plaza, where we were to place it if we got back safely, and delivered it to the man in charge, with many thanks to Mr.
French for his favors to us, and sent him word that we would always remember him and be ready to do him a similar or equal favor if ever we were able.

We considered him a good benevolent man, and such he proved to be when he offered us fat oxen, good beans, and any other thing we needed.

He told the people in the house who we were, which no doubt influenced them kindly in our favor when we arrived.
At the saloon there was a large room with tables in it and gambling going on actively.

Money changed hands very rapidly, drinks at the bar were frequent, and the whole affair moved forward with the same regularity as any mercantile business.

The door stood wide open and any one could come and go at his pleasure.