THE LITTLE FRIENDSHIP-FIRE

There are times and seasons when the angler has no need of any of
the three fires of which we have been talking.  He sleeps in a
house.  His breakfast and dinner are cooked for him in a kitchen.
He is in no great danger from black-flies or mosquitoes.  All he
needs now, as he sets out to spend a day on the Neversink, or the
Willowemoc, or the Shepaug, or the Swiftwater, is a good lunch in
his pocket, and a little friendship-fire to burn pleasantly beside
him while he eats his frugal fare and prolongs his noonday rest.

This form of fire does less work than any other in the world.  Yet
it is far from being useless; and I, for one, should be sorry to
live without it.  Its only use is to make a visible centre of
interest where there are two or three anglers eating their lunch
together, or to supply a kind of companionship to a lone fisherman.
It is kindled and burns for no other purpose than to give you the
sense of being at home and at ease.  Why the fire should do this, I
cannot tell, but it does.

You may build your friendship-fire in almost any way that pleases
you; but this is the way in which you shall build it best.  You have
no axe, of course, so you must look about for the driest sticks that
you can find.  Do not seek them close beside the stream, for there
they are likely to be water-soaked; but go back into the woods a bit
and gather a good armful of fuel.  Then break it, if you can, into
lengths of about two feet, and construct your fire in the following
fashion.

Lay two sticks parallel, and put between them a pile of dried grass,
dead leaves, small twigs, and the paper in which your lunch was
wrapped.  Then lay two other sticks crosswise on top of your first
pair.  Strike your match and touch your kindlings.  As the fire
catches, lay on other pairs of sticks, each pair crosswise to the
pair that is below it, until you have a pyramid of flame.  This is
"a Micmac fire" such as the Indians make in the woods.

Now you can pull off your wading-boots and warm your feet at the
blaze.  You can toast your bread if you like.  You can even make
shift to broil one of your trout, fastened on the end of a birch
twig if you have a fancy that way.  When your hunger is satisfied,
you shake out the crumbs for the birds and the squirrels, pick up a
stick with a coal at the end to light your pipe, put some more wood
on your fire, and settle down for an hour's reading if you have a
book in your pocket, or for a good talk if you have a comrade with
you.

The stream of time flows swift and smooth, by such a fire as this.
The moments slip past unheeded; the sun sinks down his western arch;
the shadows begin to fall across the brook; it is time to move on
for the afternoon fishing.  The fire has almost burned out.  But do
not trust it too much.  Throw some sand over it, or bring a hatful
of water from the brook to pour on it, until you are sure that the
last glowing ember is extinguished, and nothing but the black coals
and the charred ends of the sticks are left.

Even the little friendship-fire must keep the law of the bush.  All
lights out when their purpose is fulfilled!