He felt the hissing breath of many savages as they raced by him.

More than one whirled a tomahawk close to Jim's head, and uttered horrible yells in his ear.
They were like tigers lusting for blood.
Jim hurried to the church.

Not an Indian was visible near the log structure.

Even the savage guards had gone.

He entered the open door to be instantly struck with reverence and awe.
The Christians were singing.
Miserable and full of sickening dread though Jim was, he could not but realize that the scene before him was one of extraordinary beauty and pathos.