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Over tiny fires, using rock-sharpened, green sticks, we roasted our catches. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #177)

I, however, contented myself with nuts and fruits, and roots, and water creatures which resembled those with which I was familiar, and, of course, the flesh of small birds and animals. Perhaps the most extraordinary thing Ute did, to my mind, was, with sticks, a flat piece of wood and some binding fiber, make a small fire drill. How pleased I was when I saw the small, pointed stick whirling in its wooden pit, and saw the dried flakes of leaves suddenly redden and flash into a tiny flame, which we then fed with leaves and twigs, until it would burn sticks. Over tiny fires, using rock-sharpened, green sticks, we roasted our catches. We had seen no other human beings since our escape. We had slept by day in Ka-la-na thickets, and moved southwestward by night. Ute had not wished to build fires, but I had insisted upon it. - (Captive of Gor)