After he had rested a while he went outside, with the double purpose of watching for enemies and trying to find something to eat.  He fashioned a club from a stout branch and made several attempts to get a squirrel or a bird by hurling it at them.  But the weapon was too clumsy and they were too quick, and this forlorn hope came to nothing.  So that when night at last dropped down upon him he was more hungry than ever and had to go to sleep supperless.