Another of Dick's stories.....
Long ago, about 2000 I guess, we were setting up at a Lexington gun show, (Dixon stopped putting those on shortly after.) We had a system. My pard, John would pull up to a convenient spot. We'd jump into action, taking his cart out, then piling the totes full of guns on the cart, followed by the long guns in cases. It took less than 5 minutes with both of us working. Then he'd park the car as I pushed my guts out trying to go up the ramp and into the show.
This one trip, he said he'd be in. He had to personally carry in a gun. OK.
So in comes John, as usual, after we did all the work. But he came in very cautiously. He was carrying what was obviously a long gun, wrapped in a huge blanket (probably an Indian blanket, from back during the Indian wars!) If anyone came near, he'd shy away and give them plenty of room. It did attract a lot of attention.
Now John was a county coroner (and undertaker.) He lived out in a sparsley populated part of Kentucky. It seems some old guy passed away. During the Great Depression, the old guys father (an even older guy) had been a scrap collector. He pushed his hand cart door to door, paying change for any metal scrap. Sometimes folks, usually women, would offer up old guns. The old guy discounted them a bit because he'd have to burn off the wood (walnut) to harvest the metal. In reality, he just took them up to the attic and never bothered.
So when the oldest guy died, they did nothing but continued living in the family homestead. But when the son passed on, the widow wanted John to come bring all the guns down and get rid of them for her. No wonder John died later of a heart attack. But John worked his tail off on the sacred mission. And he made piles. Most were truely junk, and went to the gunsmith in West Louisville so he could harvest springs, screws and whatever. The next pile was sold as is, probably not functional. But the third pile consisted of one gun, the one he carried into the gunshow.
It was a maleable iron Henry. They only made a couple of hundred, with maybe only a few known to have survived. So at the show our experts, Reece and Charles, looked at it and agreed as to what it was. Then Charlie ran back to his table for a screwdriver. He extracted one of the tang screws. Sure enough, even the screw was serialed. So just like S&W uses assembly numbers, back in the early "War of Northern Agression" (you damnyankees call it the civil war), they serialed fine guns.
Anyway, the Henry went to the shot show the following month. The guys who took it came back with a McDonalds bag full of $100 bills. As the story goes, about $33,000, give or take. The sellers commission was 15%, so almost $30,000 went to the nice widow. When John delivered it to her, she was shocked. She'd never even seen a single $100 bill in her lifetime! Yes, they broke it up and made deposits over a time.
I like the story. And the principals are dead now, so it can freely be told.