We took the bread and homemade butter in a basket and walked around offering it to people. In one southern camp, this older, backwoods looking soldier said in his backwoods, heavy southern accent, "Bread'n butter! What'w'd be bettar? Mmmmmmm! Those folks don't know what thar missin'!" And as we walked away he called us back and asked for more. Later we came by and gave him a third piece, because we liked him.
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Butter man! Dude, he was like awsome! He covereted the Yankee tent we were standing in front of with the Confederate sticker on his shirt!
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