They found a place where the Winnebagoes had encamped, and they parched the corn that lay scattered on the ground.
Disease had taken a strong hold upon the frame of Sullen Face; he constantly required the assistance of his companions.

When they were near Prairie le Gros, he became so ill that he was unable to proceed.

He insisted upon his friends leaving him; this they at first refused to do, but fearing that they would be found and carried back to prison, they consented--and the dying warrior found himself alone.
Some Indians who were passing by saw him and gently carried him to their wigwam.

But he heeded not their kindness.

Death had dimmed the brightness of his eye, and his fast-failing strength told of the long journey to the spirits' land.
"It was not thus," he said, "that I thought to die! Where are the warriors of the Sissetons?
Do they listen to my death song ?" I hoped to have triumphed over the white man, but his power has prevailed.