He rubbed some powder on a piece of punk, and then with flint and steel dropped two or three sparks on the inflammable substance.

Soon he had a blaze.

He arranged the covering so that not a ray of light escaped.

When the flames had subsided, and the wood had burned down to a glowing bed of red, he threw aside the bark, and broiled the strips of venison they had brought with them.
They rested on a bed of boughs which they had cut and arranged alongside a huge log.

For hours Joe lay awake, he could not sleep.
He listened to the breeze rustling the leaves, and shivered at the thought of the sighing wind he had once heard moan through the forest.