Mere prattle without practice is all his soldiership.

When I came to the cold lunch and fried breakfast poor Evans' face fell; he evidently doesn't much believe in the virtue of food, unless it is in the form of a hoosh and has some chance of sticking to one's ribs.

The effete finger-twisting techniques of modern survival books and classes are tedious and slow and assume that we are all too citified to learn what every Native Californian knew well: the hand rolling of cordage on the thigh.

Kelly's memoir has the most in-your-face and for-real style I've ever read.