He might have eaten there in silence and obscurity, but once more the shiftless one showed a singular lack of caution and woodcraft.

He drew together dry sticks, ignited a fire with flint and steel, and cooked deer meat over it.
He let the fire burn high, and a thin column of dark smoke rose far up into the blue.

Any savage, roaming the wilderness, might see it, but the shiftless one was reckless.

He let the fire burn on, after his food was cooked, while the column of smoke grew thicker and mounted higher, and ate the savory steaks, lying comfortably between two upthrust roots.

Now and then he uttered a little sigh of satisfaction, because he had travelled far and hard, and he was hungry.