A fine bed of coals had now formed, and in a few minutes a great pot of coffee was boiling and throwing out savory odors.

Jarvis took a small flat skillet from the boat and fried the corn cakes.

Harry fried bacon and strips of dried beef in another.
The homely task in good company was most grateful to him.

His face reflected his pleasure.
"Providin' it don't rain on you, campin' out is stimulatin' to the body an' soul," said Jarvis.

"You don't know what a genuine appetite is until you live under the blue sky by day, and a starry sky by night.
Harry, you'll find three tin plates in the locker in the boat.