The tops of these had, under Commodore Wingate's directions, been slightly flattened with an axe.

At each end a forked branch had been set upright in the ground, with a green limb laid between them.

From this limb hung "cooking hooks," consisting of green branches with hooked ends at one extremity to hang over the long timber, and a nail driven in the other from which to hang the pots.
"That's the best form of camp fire, boys," said Commodore--or perhaps we would better call him scout master now--Wingate, who had accompanied the boys to see them settled.

"Now, then, the next thing to do is to run up the Stars and Stripes and plant the Eagle flag.

Then you'll be all O.K." Little Andy Bowles made the woods behind them echo with the stirring call of "assembly," and halliards were reeved on a previously cut pole, about fifteen feet in height.