The coffee had a strong flavor of soap.
"If we are going to have a banquet every day," said one officer, "I think I'll do my eating in our own camp." [Illustration: CHIEF SATANTA PASSED THE PEACE-PIPE TO GENERAL SHERMAN AND SAID: "MY GREAT WHITE BROTHERS"] General Sherman reminded him that this would be highly impolite to the hosts, and ordered them, as soldiers, to make the best of the entertainment and to line up for mess when the Indians made a feast.
At ten o'clock the next morning the first session of the great council was held.

For three days the white chiefs and the red chiefs sat in a circle under the canopy, and many promises of friendship were made by the Indians.

When the council was concluded, General Sherman sent for me.
"Billy," he said, "I want you to send two good men to Fort Ellsworth with dispatches, where they can be forwarded to Fort Riley, the end of the telegraph line.

After your men are rested they can return to Fort Zarrah and join us." When the two men were instructed by the General and were on their way, he took me into his tent.
"I want to go to Bent's Fort on the Arkansas River," he said, "then to Fort St.Barine, on the Platte, and then to Laramie; after that we will go to Cottonwood Springs, then to Fort Kearney and then to Leavenworth.
Can you guide me on that trip ?" I told him that I could, and was made guide, chief of scouts, and master of transportation, acting with an army officer as quartermaster.
At Bent's Fort another council of two days was held with the Indians.
The journey homeward was made without difficulty.

At Leavenworth I took leave of one of the noblest and kindest-hearted men I have ever known.
In bidding me good-by, General Sherman said: "I don't think these councils we have held will amount to much.