As for fishing, he found that easy.

He could cut a rod with his clasp knife, tie a string to the end of it and a bent pin to the end of a string, and with this rude tackle he could soon catch in the mountain creeks as many fish as he wanted.
Henry liked the nights in the mountains; in which he did not differ from his fellow-travelers.

Then the work of the day was done; the wagons were drawn up in a half circle, the horses and the oxen were resting or grazing under the trees, and, as they needed fires for warmth as well as cooking, they built them high and long, giving room for all in front of the red coals if they wished.

The forest was full of fallen brushwood, as dry as tinder, and Henry helped gather it.

It pleased him to see the flames rise far up, and to hear them crackle as they ate into the heart of the boughs.