Fannie A. Beers, Memories: a record of personal exeperience and adventure during four years of war.

After this our mess was well supplied, and our forager began to look sleek and fat. The secret of his success did not leak out till long afterward, when he astonished the boys by declaring that he ‘had been ‘living like a fighting-cock’ on a paper of needles and two skeins of silk.’

‘And,’ added father, ‘if he had paid for all the meals be got in Confederate money, the amount would have been far more than ten dollars.’

I know other boys and girls will think this a queer story, but I hope they will like it as well as mother and Loo and I did.