Europeans could do many things but this was not among them.

Luis and I watched him tell the Cubans that he, Diego Colon, had never said that we three were among the highest gods.
Even the great, white-headed, chief god yonder in the winged canoe was said to be less than some other gods in heaven which we called Europe, and over all was a High God who could do everything, scatter clouds, stop thunder or send thunder, everything! Had we brought our butio with us he might perhaps have made great magic and helped things.

As it was, we must take luck.

That seeming rational to the Indians, we proceeded, our glory something diminished, but still sufficient.
The storm climbed and thickened and evidently was to become a fury.

Wind began to whistle, trees to bend, lightnings to play, thunder to sound.
It grew.