"I never was over here before, but if any one knows where the Springs are that young fellow over there does." He pointed to me.
"When will we get to the Springs ?" asked the officer, turning in my direction.
"Never--if we keep on going the way we are now," I said.
"Why don't you tell the General that ?" he demanded.
I said that Curtis was the guide, not I; whereupon he dropped back alongside the ambulance in which Sherman was riding and reported what had happened.
The General instantly called a halt and sent for the scouts.

When all of us, including Curtis, had gathered round him he got out of the ambulance, and, pulling out a map, directed Curtis to locate the Springs on it.
"There has never been a survey made of this country, General," said Curtis.

"None of these maps are correct." "I know that myself," said Sherman.

"How far are we from the Springs ?" The guide hesitated.

"I have never been there but once," he said, "and then I was with a big party of Indians who did the guiding." He added that on a perfectly flat country, dotted with buffalo, he could not positively locate our destination.