“ The flintlock musket ignited the powder in the external pan by striking flint against steel when the trigger was pulled, and it was a concealable weapon which could also be used in rainy weather, since it did not require a burning cord. A flintlock cost three or four times as much as a matchlock and required almost constant maintenance by a skilled gunsmith. Morris suspected that whereas a few of the rich royalist exiles on Barbados might own flintlocks, most of the poorer planters probably had nothing more than cheap matchlocks. ”
Flintlock
Definition and stakes
The flintlock, a firearm mechanism that employs flint to set off gunpowder, arose as a significant innovation in weaponry and symbolic storytelling. Authors such as Thomas Hoover explored its technical details, comparing its expense and upkeep to the simpler matchlock, while Maud Wilder Goodwin endowed the name "Flint" with personality traits—cold firmness and hesitant companionship—symbolizing both actual and figurative toughness.
Bret Harte’s story includes a character involved in a violent confrontation, emphasizing the flintlock’s role in frontier disputes. At the same time, Konrad Merk investigated flint’s usefulness in archaeology, pointing out its adaptability beyond firearms. These differing viewpoints—from historical study to literary embodiment—show the flintlock’s dual heritage as both a functional instrument and a narrative element.
Quotes about “flintlock”
Various, The Strand Magazine (1891)
“ And he up and bought your things for you—like a square man. That's Flynn's style, if he is a gambler." "But," persisted Flint, "this never was my property. My name isn't Fowler, and I never left anything here." The assistant looked at him with a grim, half-credulous, half-scornful smile. "Have it your own way," he said, "but I oughter tell ye, old man, that I'm the warehouse clerk, and I remember you. I'm here for that purpose. But as that thar valise is bought and paid for by somebody else and given to you, it's nothing more to me. Take or leave it." ”
Maud Wilder Goodwin, Flint: His Faults, His Friendships and His Fortunes
“ Winifred fear him!—fear him! She, who never feared the face of clay! There is only one explanation, and yet that is too wildly improbable!I never saw any one more unlikely to inspire an affection. Flint by name and Flint by nature,—cold and hard as rock itself; and for a girl like [Pg 183] Winifred! It never could be!—and yet, I confess, I don't know what to think.After they had talked together for some time, he swung himself down the bank, pushed off the dory, and we saw him pulling rapidly into the middle of the bay."Well, if that doesn't beat the Dutch!" said Dr. Cricket. ”
