Chapter twenty-eight
Hamilton, BermudaDenning was amazed at the amount of guns packed in wooden crates, strewn across the large warehouse floor. There were breech-loaders and muzzle-loaders. There were regular Army and Navy revolvers, pocket revolvers, dragoons, derringers, hammer pistols, shotguns, carbines, long arm rifles. He noted the company names: Allen & Wheelock, Colt, Remington, Marlin, Smith & Wesson, Whitney, and Spencer. They were all Union makes, from the strong manufacturing states of New Jersey, Massachusetts and New York.
“Quite the collection,” Denning said to the gun dealer, Douglas Burns, a wiry Northerner in ordinary dock work clothes.
Burns smiled. “Business is booming, captain.”
“I’ll bet it is. It’s the Spencers I’m after. Do you mind if I try one of them out?”
