A short, fat cannon, named after Carron, near Falkirk in Scotland where they were first made. I came across this in reading the childhood memories of Kenneth Grahame, where the little boy is forever dreaming of naval and other triumphs that will settle scores with his distant, overbearing and adult relatives.

‘In spite of the deadly work of my grape-gorged carronade, our foe still outnumbered us, I reckoned, by three to one.’

Source: Kenneth Grahame, Dream Days, illus. by Maxfield Parrish (Edin.: Paul Harris Publishing, 1983), p. 132

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