Museum of Weapons and Early American History

The Museum of Weapons & Early American History is located in St. Augustine, Florida in the United States. The museum, located at the intersection of King and Granada streets, is home to a collection of guns, swords, pictures and lithographs dating from 1500 to 1900. The museum also includes collections of muskets, shipwreck artifacts, period documents, Native American artifacts, and a Civil War display. The museum is closed and the phone disconnected, although as of 2006 the web site is still up.


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