The chief's gaze was fixed on the contents of the chest.

Tears were streaming down his face.

“Is this cursed weapon that has killed nearly a thousand of our warriors, a silver-shining barrel with a wooden body?”

Instead of answering his question verbally, I nodded my head.

The chief gestured for the warriors, including the warrior chief, to gather around.

They, too, began to examine the guns in the chest, shedding tears.

Some of the more sensitive men even cried out loudly.

When I asked Abdullah what they were saying, he replied, “There are so many people speaking at once …