Another incident from the Civil War as told by my grandfather: A soldier went out at night, got him some meat, and would dress it and hang it up by his tent. In the morning it would be gone. When he went down by the officers' tent, they would always have meat to eat.
One night he killed a dog, dressed it nice and put it in the same place. Sure enough next morning it was gone. So again he visited the officers' tent. Sure enough they had meat, and he began to laugh until the officers demanded why he was laughing.
He said, "Oh, I was just wondering how that dog meat tasted."
He dressed other meat out later, but it was always there next morning. As we know, the Civil War vets had to rustle some of their eats, they weren't given food as our boys are today.
Back in 1955 a call went out from the editors of the then CAPPER’s Weekly asking for readers to send in articles on true pioneers. Hundreds of letters came pouring in from early settlers and their children, many now in their 80s and 90s, and from grandchildren of settlers, all with tales to tell. So many articles were received that a decision was made to create a book, and in 1956, the first My Folks title – My Folks Came in a Covered Wagon – hit the shelves. Nine other books have since been published in the My Folks series, all filled to the brim with true tales from CAPPER’s readers, and we are proud to make those stories available to our growing online community.