Led by the noble Other Day, they struck out on the naked prairie, literally placing their lives in the faithful creature's hands, and guided by him and him alone. After intense suffering and privation, they reached Shakopee on the 23rd of August, Other Day never leaving them for an instant; and this Other Day is a pure, full-blooded Indian, and was, not long since, one of the wildest and fiercest of his race.

"I entered with my officers to the center of the circle formed by the numerous lodges, and seeing the old savage whom I knew personally as the individual with stentorian lungs, who promulgated the orders of the chiefs and head men to the multitude, I beckoned him to me and, in a peremptory tone, ordered him to go through the camp and notify the tenants that I demanded all the female captives to be brought to me instanter. And now was presented a scene that no one who witnessed it can ever forget. From the lodges there issued more than one hundred comely young girls and women, most of whom were so scantily clad as scarcely to conceal their nakedness. On the persons of some hung only a single garment, while pitying half-breeds and Indian women had provided others with scraps of clothing from their own little wardrobes, answering, indeed, a mere temporary purpose. But a worse accoutered or more distressed group of civilized beings imagination would fail to picture. Some seemed stolid, as if their minds had been strained to madness and reaction had brought vacant gloom, indifference and despair. They gazed with a sad stare. Others acted differently. The great body of the poor creatures rushed wildly to the spot where I was standing with my brave officers, pressing as close to us as possible, grasping our hands and clinging to our limbs, as if fearful that the red devils might yet reclaim their victims. I did all I could to reassure them, by telling them that they were now to be released from their horrible sufferings and freed from their bondage. Many were hysterical, bordering on convulsions, laughter and tears commingling, incredulous that they were in the hands of their preservers. A few of the more attractive had been offered the alternative of becoming the temporary wives of select warriors and so, helpless and powerless, yet escaping the promiscuous attention of a hoard of savages bent on brutal insult insulting to conceive, and impossible to be described. The majority of these outraged girls and young women were, for the most part, respectable, prosperous and educated citizens whose wives and daughters had been afforded the privileges of a good common school education. Such were the delicate young girls and women who had been subjected for weeks to the inhumane embraces of hundreds of filthy savages, utterly devoid of compassion for the sufferers. Escorting the captives to the outside of the camp, they were placed under the protection of the troops and taken to our own encampment, where I had ordered tents to be pitched for their accommodation. Officers and men, affected even to tears by the scene, denuded themselves of their entire underclothing, blankets, coats, or whatever they could give, or could be converted into rainment for these heart-broken and abused victims of savage lust and rage. The only white man found alive when we reached the Indian encampment was George H. Spencer, who was saved from death by the heroic devotion of his Indian comrade, but yet badly wounded. He said to me, 'It is God's mercy that you did not march here on the night of the battle. A plan was formed, had you done so, to murder the captives then scatter to the prairies,' thus verifying my prediction of the course they would pursue. I bless God for the wisdom he gave me and whereby, with the aid of my brave men, in spite of all slander and abuse, I was enabled to win a victory so decisive, and redeem from their thraldom those unfortunate sufferers who were a burden on my heart from the first moment of my campaign."

"I am the son of Little Crow. My name is Wowinapa. I am sixteen years old. My father had two wives before he took my mother; the first one had a son; the second one son and daughter; the third wife was my mother. After taking my mother he put away the first two. He had seven children by my mother -- six are dead; I am the only one living now. The fourth wife had four children born; do not know whether any died or not; two were boys and two were girls. The fifth wife had five children -- three of them are dead, and two are living. The sixth wife had three children; all of them are dead; the oldest was a boy, the other two were girls. The last four wives were sisters.
"Father went to St. Joseph last spring. When we were coming back he said he could not fight the white men, but would go below and steal horses from them, and give them to his children so that they could be comfortable, and then he would go away off.
"Father also told me that he was getting old, and wanted me to go with him to carry his bundles. He left his wives and his other children behind. There were sixteen men and one squaw in the party that went below with us. We had no horses but walked all the way down to the settlements. Father and I were picking red berries, near Scattered Lake, at the time he was shot. It was near night. He was hit the first time in the side, just above the hip. His gun and mine were lying on the ground. He took up my gun and fired it first, and then fired his own. He was shot the second time when he was firing his own gun. The ball struck the stock of his gun, and then hit him in the side, near the shoulder. This was the shot that killed him. He told me that he was killed, and asked me for water, which I gave him. He died immediately after. When I heard the first shot I laid down, and the man did not see me before my father was killed.
"A short time before father was killed an Indian named Hiuka, who married the daughter of my father's second wife, came to him. He had a horse with him -- also a grey-colored coat that he had taken from a man he had killed to the north of where father was killed. He gave the coat to father, telling him that he might need it when it rained, as he had no coat with him. Hiuka said he had a horse now, and was going back to the Indian country.
"The Indians that went down with us separated. Eight of them and the squaw went north; the other eight went futher down. I have not seen any of them since. After father was killed I took both guns and the ammunition and started to go to Devil's Lake, where I expected to find some of my friends. When I got to Beaver creek I saw the tracks of two Indians, and at Standing Buffalo's village I saw where the eight Indians that had gone north had crossed.
"I carried both guns as far as the Sheyenne river, where I saw two men. I was scared and threw my gun and the ammunition down. After that I travelled only in the night; and as I had no ammunition to kill anything to eat, I had not strength enough to travel fast. I went on until I arrived near Devil's Lake, where I staid in one place three days, being so weak and hungry that I could go no further. I had picked up a cartridge near Big Stone Lake which I still had with me, and loaded father's gun with it, cutting the ball into slugs. With this charge I shot a wolf, ate some of it, which gave me strength to travel and went up the lake until the day I was captured, which was twenty-six days from the day my father was killed."