Fire making in the open is a fine art.
When Jimmy had collected enough shavings for his purpose, he placed two of his split sticks upon the ground at right angles to each other, an end of one close up to the end of the other.

Then, holding a bunch of shavings by the thick, or stub, end, he struck a match and lighted the thin end, and when it was blazing well placed the unlighted end upon the two sticks where they met.

Other bunches of shavings he laid on this, the thin ends in the blaze, the thick ends elevated upon the sticks.
Then came small splits, and bigger splits, and in a moment he had a crackling fire.
He now secured a pole six or seven feet in length, and fixed one end firmly in the ground, with the other end sloped over the fire.

On this he hung first, by its bale, the old bailing kettle, filled with water, and then the tea pail, in such a way as to bring them directly over the blaze, and though the fire was a small one, it was not many minutes before the kettles boiled.

Then while Bobby dropped half a dozen eggs into the bailing kettle, Jimmy lifted the tea pail off, put some tea into it, and set it by the fire to brew.
"Now," said Jimmy, presently, "let's go for it." And they ate, as only hungry boys can, and with the keen relish of youths who live in the open.
"Let's see if we can't get some of the eggs off the cliff now," suggested Bobby, when they were through.