my great-great Uncle Isaiah DuBOSE was held in Rock Island, IL.. this is a story told by one of his descendents.... ( from an unpublished book by my fourth cousin) 'Food was kind of scarce. This jailer had a big fine dog that came in with him every morning. One day when he went out, the dog didn't go with him. And, finally, on a placard was "For lack of bread, your dog is dead. For lack of meat, your dog is eat." He didn't say he ate any of the dog, but that's what happened to him.' Just thought I would share.