He thinks that the lightning is His spear, and the thunder His voice.

He feels that a terrible something is all around him, and when death calls any of his tribe away supreme superstition takes firm hold of his very existence.
"Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind." The poet, and the highly imaginative person, the wise and the good, seek the hills and the valleys, the dashing cataract, the forest and stream, the mountain range, the rocky coast and roaring ocean, and there drink in the grandeur of creation in those sublime scenes.

In such places they feel a nearness to the Creator, and view His power and handiwork in a measure not always attainable in the ordinary scenes of everyday life.
Such persons admire with reverential awe the greatness of God and feel His love.
The Indian, in superstitious dread, lives in ignorance of His greatness, His ways and His love.
Paul Guidon visited the sloop the next morning, and Captain Godfrey welcomed him on board and invited him to remain during the day and assist in refitting the vessel.

The Indian did not refuse in words to do so, but his looks and movements plainly indicated his disinclination to remain.
Margaret approached him and said, "Paul, you will stay with me and help us get the vessel all ready to sail away, won't you ?" He took her hand, pressed it tightly, and then let it fall at her side.

She knew she had won him, and was well aware that she could lead him as a child.
He remained, and all were soon at work.