He also discovered shortly afterwards that smoke is not a bad remedy, in connection with patience.
"What are we to have for breakfast, Barney ?" inquired Martin as he rose and yawned and stretched his limbs.
"Help yersilf to what ye plase," said Barney, with a polite bow, waving his hand round him, as if the forest were his private property and Martin Rattler his honoured guest.
"Well, I vote for oranges," said Martin, going towards a tree which was laden with ripe fruit.
"An' I'll try plums, by way of variety," added his companion.
In a few minutes several kinds of fruit and nuts were gathered and spread at the foot of the tree under which they had reposed.

Then Barney proceeded to kindle a fire,--not that he had anything to cook, but he said it looked sociable-like, and the smoke would keep off the flies.

The operation, however, was by no means easy.

Everything had been soaked by the rain of the previous night, and a bit of dry grass could scarcely be found.

At length he procured a little; and by rubbing it in the damp gunpowder which he had extracted from his pistol, and drying it in the sun, he formed a sort of tinder that caught fire after much persevering effort.
Some of the fruits they found to be good,--others bad.