Each family or tribe has a wizard or conjuring doctor, whose office we could never clearly ascertain.
Jemmy believed in dreams, though not, as I have said, in the devil: I do not think that our Fuegians were much more superstitious than some of the sailors; for an old quartermaster firmly believed that the successive heavy gales, which we encountered off Cape Horn, were caused by our having the Fuegians on board.

The nearest approach to a religious feeling which I heard of, was shown by York Minster, who, when Mr.Bynoe shot some very young ducklings as specimens, declared in the most solemn manner, "Oh, Mr.Bynoe, much rain, snow, blow much." This was evidently a retributive punishment for wasting human food.

In a wild and excited manner he also related that his brother one day, whilst returning to pick up some dead birds which he had left on the coast, observed some feathers blown by the wind.

His brother said (York imitating his manner), "What that ?" and crawling onwards, he peeped over the cliff, and saw "wild man" picking his birds; he crawled a little nearer, and then hurled down a great stone and killed him.

York declared for a long time afterwards storms raged, and much rain and snow fell.