General Sherman seemed to understand that a “hungry soldier has no morale or morals;” for when he caught a lad in blue in his wagon one night abstracting there-from a large sugar-cured ham, he asked him kindly and without show of anger, “Have you no meat?” “None,” said the soldier; “the regiment is one day behind on rations, and the commissary doesn’t want to make extra issues.” “Take the ham then,” said Sherman as he resumed his cigar, “and whenever you need any more come to me and ask for them.”

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