In my continuing saga with outhouses, one of the worst one I ever used had a leak in the roof that dripped directly onto the toilet paper turning it into a soggy mess.  As stated previously, I don’t dispute the purpose of an outhouse, but you enter, see the toilet paper, then do your business and only then discover its true condition, that really sucks.  And I’m sorry, dried up leaves just don’t cut it.  This is when a Sears & Roebucks catalog would have been great.