"Prometheus!" she cried.
But I was too occupied to acknowledge her delight.

The feeble flame must be cherished tenderly if it were to gather strength and live.

I fed it, shaving by shaving, and sliver by sliver, till at last it was snapping and crackling as it laid hold of the smaller chips and sticks.

To be cast away on an island had not entered into my calculations, so we were without a kettle or cooking utensils of any sort; but I made shift with the tin used for bailing the boat, and later, as we consumed our supply of canned goods, we accumulated quite an imposing array of cooking vessels.
I boiled the water, but it was Maud who made the coffee.

And how good it was! My contribution was canned beef fried with crumbled sea-biscuit and water.