“My brother had a Colt’s Navy revolver, which he carried uncapped for safety. Mister Beemis had an Allen pepper-box revolver. And I was armed to the teeth with a pitiful little Smith and Wesson seven-shooter, which shot a ball the size of a homeopathic pill. It took all seven to make a dose for an adult.”
– Mark Twain, “Roughing It”
That little Smith & Wesson No. 1 is the subject of Tam’s Sunday Smith & Wesson.
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