When I was in the scouts and part of the camp staff we would always host a big camp fire on Wednesday night. Parents were invited and each troop would have to put on a skit [bear hunt, two idiots holding a stick, etc.]. We had the coolest ceremony for lighting the big crisscross fire. We would approach the campfire area by canoe dressed as Indians. The chief would stand over the pile of wood, arms outstretched over the pile, and utter some magic words as he raised his hands the fire would magically start. The trick was, at the base of the fire was a block of wood with about a dozen holes drilled in it, each holding a standing kitchen match. There was a brick wrapped in sandpaper resting on the tops of the matches and upon completion of the Indian incantation to the fire gods, a scout hidden in the woods would pull a string tied to the brick, it would scrape across the matches and fire would magically start and then grow to the amazement of all present. I will confess that it worked better when a little lighter fluid or lantern fuel was spread around the base of the logs. But it was always quite a site.