You have no religion.

You are a killer of Indians." A shadow that might have been one of pain flitted over the hunter's face.
"No, I ain't a Christian, an' I am a killer of Injuns," said Wetzel, and his deep voice had a strange tremor.

"I don't know nothin' much 'cept the woods an' fields, an' if there's a God fer me He's out thar under the trees an' grass.

Mr.Wells, you're the first man as ever called me a coward, an' I overlook it because of your callin'.
I advise you to go back to Fort Henry, because if you don't go now the chances are aginst your ever goin'.

Christianity or no Christianity, such men as you hev no bisness in these woods." "I thank you for your advice, and bless you for your rescue of this child; but I can not leave my work, nor can I understand why all this good work we have done should be called useless.