A dreadful weapon that simple tool must have been in the old days before the advent of the arquebus.
"Hodge and His Masters"
Richard Jefferies
In front of the house was ranged a row of steel-clad cuirassiers-each with his arquebus ready to deliver its fire; while the trampling of hoofs, the clanking of armour, and the voices of men resounding from the rear of the dwelling, told that the circumvallation was complete.
"The White Gauntlet"
Mayne Reid
At this I aimed my arquebus, and fired.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow