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.
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