Mary Schwandt is saved by Snana Good Thunder
"One day Chief Little Crow gave orders to have all the prisoners killed as they were eating up the food and they would be short of provisions when the winter came. My Indian mother dug a shallow hole in the corner of the tepee and made me lie down in it, covering me with three or four buffalo robes, and then she sat down on top of them. When the Indians rushed around looking for the captives, they could not find me, but when she uncovered me I was more dead than alive, for she had nearly smothered me. However, that was much better than being chopped up with a tomahawk. This was the second time Snana had saved my life."
Schmidt, Mary Schwandt. "The Story of My Captivity by the Sioux Indians in 1862" [unpublished], 11-12.