Yet the savage has excellent eyes.

What he sees he sees.
Consequently, we must duly allow for the fact that there is for him, as well as for us, a "natural," that is to say, normal and workaday world; even though it be far narrower in extent than ours.

The savage is not perpetually spook-haunted.

On the contrary, when he is engaged on the daily round, and all is going well, he is as careless and happy as a child.
But savage life has few safeguards.

Crisis is a frequent, if intermittent, element in it.