His fellow-prisoner explained to Satanta, in Spanish, that I desired to converse with him, whereupon he rose, and suddenly stretching out his hand, gave mine a ponderous grasp, exclaiming as he did so, "How!" He then replied through his interpreter to the few trivial questions I asked, and again sat down, motioning to me to be seated, with as much dignity and grace as though he were a monarch receiving a foreign ambassador
From the Star Chamber we descended to "Wright's Rotunda," which has a ceiling of four hundred feet span without a single pillar to uphold it, and wandered on through the Black Chambers, where masses of shelving stone reminded us of old baronial castle walls and towers
Seventeen miles eastward from the White Sulphur are the Sweet Springs
Tobacco in history: The cultures of dependence (Routledge, 2005)