Guns, carbines, rifles, blunderbusses, knives, spears, revolvers, daggers, arrows, assegais, knobkerries, knuckledusters and I know not what.
The brilliant sunlight glittered on the steel blades of sabres and the polished butts of firearms.

It was really quite a menacing scene...

what was a little reassuring was the good order and discipline which ruled over this arsenal.

Everything was neat tidy and dusted.

Here and there a simple notice, reading "Poison arrows, Do not touch." or "Beware.