There's a Revolutionary War account written by a soldier, letter to home, I think, describing how an entire wagonload of cartridges got soaked.
All of the cartridges were disassembled, the powder and paper put on blankets in the sun to dry, and then reassembled.
Sounds tedious as hell.
"The gift which I am sending you is called a dog, and is in fact the most precious and valuable possession of mankind" -Theodorus Gaza
Baby Jesus cries when the fat redneck doesn't have military-grade firepower.