I sat with her much of the time at her request and though for her sake I would have kept back the tears I could not always do it.

Two doctors came, one of them Dr.Spencer, and as I sat with my face partly turned away I over heard Dr.S.say to his assistant--"He is a manly man." This presence and the circumstances brought back the trying Death Valley struggles, when this woman and her companions, and the poor children, so nearly starved they could not stand alone, were only prevented from sitting down to die in sheer despair by the encouraging words of Rogers and myself who had passed over the road, and used every way to sustain their courage.
She died the following day; with Mr.Bennett, I followed her remains to Oak Hill cemetery, where she was buried near the foot of the hill, and a board marked in large letters, "S.B." (Sarah Bennett) placed to mark the mound.

The grave cannot now be found, and no records being then kept it is probably lost.
I went home with Mr.Bennett to his home near Watsonville, and spent several days, meeting several of our old Death Valley party, and Mr.
D.J.Dilley, Mrs.Bennett's father.

Mrs.Bennett left surviving her a young babe.
I returned to Moore's Flat, and soon sold out my store, taking up the business of purchasing gold dust direct from the miners, which I followed for about two years, and in the fall of 1859 sold out the business to Marks & Powers.

I looked about through Napa and Sonoma Counties, and finally came to San Jose, where I purchased the farm I now own, near Hillsdale, of Bodley & McCabe, for which I paid $4,000.
In the fall of the same year my old friend W.M.Stockton of Los Angeles Co.