Near by was a great fire on which, buffalo, antelope, and other animals were roasting.

Even coffee and sugar had been provided, and the feast was served with tin plates for the meat and tin cups for the coffee.

Another tribute to the customs of the guests was a complete outfit of knives and forks.
Napkins, however, appeared to be lacking.
Indian girls, dressed in elaborate costumes, served the repast, the elder women preparing the food.

Looking on, it seemed to me to be the most beautiful sight I had ever seen--the grim old generals, who for the last four and a half years had been fighting a great war sitting serenely and contentedly down to meat and drink with the chiefs of a wild, and, till lately, a hostile race.
After all had eaten, the great chief, Satanta, loaded the big peace-pipe, whose bowl was hewn from red stone, with a beautifully carved stem eighteen inches long.

The pipe was passed from mouth to mouth around the circle.