on her lap was a cigarette pouch ( snuck out of anson 's knapsack , as all of his stuff was still there ) and she smoothed the curly , fibrous strands of dried tobacco leaves back and forth along the center of a thin piece of rolling paper ; sliding it between her lips and along her tongue , then out of her mouth and quickly through the flame of the small campfire until the paper hardened into a crisp , sealed cigarette .