Margo’s eyes widened. “Oh.”
”Yes. The gun barrel can blow up in your face. The other thing to remember is that sparks can still be smoldering inside the barrel. There isn’t any way to get into this end of it. It’s all closed up and solid, no breech to open, so you can’t just check it. If you try to dump more powder into a hot barrel without swabbing it out first with a wet swab, you could ignite the powder you’re pouring in-which could, in turn, set off the powder from the container you’re pouring from. That’s why you should always load from a measurer that holds just enough powder for one shot. Of course, under battle conditions, you may not have time to swab out the barrel,” Ann said with a grin.
Margo had looked massively uncertain.
Ann’s “Not to worry. If you hope to use firearms through most of their historical existence, you’ll need to master these next lessons, but black-power firearms aren’t dangerous so long as you learn what you’re doing and pay attention while you’re doing it. Power tools in untrained hands are just as dangerous, if not more so. Any questions before we get started?”
Margo glanced back toward Kit, chewed her lower lip, then shook her head. “No. Just show me what I’m supposed to do.”
Ann started her on a simple replica Colt 1860 Army black-powder revolver, showing her how to load, prime with percussion caps, and fire six shots. Reloading took another entire two minutes. After Margo mastered the concepts involved, she asked cheerfully, “What’s next? I know about flintlocks.”