I was for the next two hours, relative to the girl and my plan of rescuing her.
Among the officers was a captain by the name of Asa Moore, who had heard all about this massacre only a short time after it occurred, and he said he thought there were some of the relatives living somewhere in California, but he did not know just what part of the state.
I had forgotten to say that on our way to the Fort I asked her name. It seemed at first that she had forgotten it, but after studying some little time she tried to speak the name, which at that time I understood to be Otus, but I have learned since that her name was Olive Oatman. She did not seem to remember her given name. The Indians had a name for her, but I have forgotten what it was.
Lieut. Jackson invited us into his tent, but when we got to the door it was barred.
Mrs. Jackson asked us to wait a few minutes until she got some clothes on Will's girl.
A few minutes later, when we were called into supper, Mrs. Jackson had washed the girl and had her dressed in calico.
Mrs. Jackson told us that after she got her dressed, the girl sat down and wept bitterly and said she did not know how to wear such clothing.
I remained at the Fort two days, and I must say that this girl improved both in talking and in manners during the time I was there far beyond our expectations.
When she would appear down-hearted or discouraged Mrs. Jackson would talk to her in such a kind and moth-
