musket

A fellow rudely clad—a hybrid between man-at-arms and lackey—lounged on a musket to confront them in the gateway.

Keeping up an ululating clamor of commands, he ran to the roof of the dwelling, snatched up a musket and took steady aim.

They were well-acquainted with the effects of a musket, although not the least alarmed at having one fired off near them.

Upon none more so than he, who shoulders his musket, girds on his sword, and faces the enemy on to the charge.

One of these sentinels was the farmer Andrew Black, with a cavalry sword belted to his waist, and a rusty musket on his shoulder.