Daganoweda, awaking, stood up and gazed in the intent and reverential manner that Tayoga had shown.

The soul of the Mohawk chieftain was fierce.

He existed for the chase and war, and had no love beyond them.

There was nothing spiritual in his nature, but none the less he was imbued with the religion of his race, and believed that the whole world, the air, the forests, the mountains, and the lakes were peopled with spirits, good or bad.

Now he saw one of the greatest of them all, Areskoui, the Sun God himself, in action and working a miracle.
The untamable soul of Daganoweda was filled with wonder and admiration.
Not spiritual, he was nevertheless imaginative to a high degree.