Your _Hanegoategeh_ is like the purgatory, in which the Catholic church believes.

Your God like ours is merciful, and the more I learn about your religion the more similar it seems to ours." "I think your God and our Manitou are the same, Lennox, we only see him through different glasses, but our religion is old, old, very old, perhaps older than yours." Although Tayoga did not raise his voice or change the inflection Robert knew that he spoke with great pride.

The young Onondaga did not believe his religion resembled the white man's but that the white man's resembled his.

Robert respected him though, and knowing the reasons for his pride, said nothing in contradiction.
"The whining wolf is hungry," said Tayoga, "and since the soul of a warrior may dwell in his body I will feed him." He took a discarded piece of the deer and threw it far into the bushes.
A fearful growling, and the noise of struggling ensued at once.
"The wolf with the wicked soul in him may be there," said Robert, "but even so he has to fight with the other wolves for the meat you flung." "It is a part of his fate," said Tayoga gravely.

"Seeing and thinking as a man, he must yet bite and claw with beasts for his food.