Out in the darkness wild creatures move, silent, stealthy and unseen, behind a veil that human eyes cannot penetrate.

But we know they are there going about the strange business of their life, and our imagination is awakened and our sensibilities quickened.
The camp fire is a shrine of comradeship and friendship.

Here it was that the primordial ancestors of every living man and woman and child gathered at night with their families, in those far-off dark ages before history was written.

The fire was their home.

Here they found rest and comfort and protection from the savage wild beasts that roamed the forests.