While the wife of Red Face lived from day to day in suspense as to her fate, her husband made every effort for her recovery.

Knowing that she was still alive, he could not give up the hope of seeing her again.
Accordingly, the facts were made known at Fort Snelling, and the Chippeway interpreter was sent up to Hole-in-the-Day's village, with an order from the government to bring her down.
She had been expected for some time, when an excitement among a number of old squaws, who were standing outside of the gate of the fort, showed that something unusual was occasioning expressions of pleasure; and as the wife of Red Face advanced towards the house of the interpreter, their gratification was raised to the utmost.
Red Face and some of the Dahcotah warriors were soon there too--and the long separated husband and wife were again united.
But whatever they might have felt on the occasion of meeting again, they showed but little joy.

Red Face entered the room where were assembled the Indians and the officers of the garrison.

He shook hands with the officers and with the interpreter, and, without looking at his wife, took his seat with the other Dahcotahs.
But her composure soon left her.

When she saw him enter, the blood mantled in her pale cheek--pale with long anxiety and recent fatigue.
She listened while the Dahcotahs talked with the agent and the commanding officer; and at last, as if her feelings could not longer be restrained, she arose, crossed the room, and took her seat at his feet! The chief Hole-in-the-Day has been dead some years, and, in one of the public prints, it was stated that he was thrown from his carriage and killed.