Peter and Polly pulled birch bark from the logs. They broke up the dry twigs.
With his hatchet, father cut sticks of wood. He laid some of these on the fire. He stuck his kettle irons down into the snow. They looked like this:
Then he lighted the fire.
He filled the coffeepot with snow. He hung it on the hook of the kettle irons. It was quite near the blaze. When the snow had melted, more was put in.
Father said, "It takes much snow to make a coffeepot full of water. When the water boils, we will put in the bag of coffee."
Polly had taken out the camp dishes. She said, "We must have three plates, three cups, three knives and forks and spoons. I will put them on this log. I will put the bread and butter on the log, too."
Father had cut a straight stick. It looked like a cane. He took out the frying pan.
"This stick is my handle," said he. "See where it fits in. Now I shall not need to stand too near the fire. Frying would be hot work, if I had not a long handle. Give me the bacon, Peter."