My gun was a breech-loading, pin-fire double-barrel, of French manufacture.
"Theodore Roosevelt" by Theodore Roosevelt
After proving, the jiggerer fastens the pin, which closes up the breech.
"Rides on Railways" by Samuel Sidney
The breech-pin was gone, and a piece of stone fixed in the stock filled its place.
"Overland through Asia; Pictures of Siberian, Chinese, and Tartar Life" by Thomas Wallace Knox
Two breeching side-shackles and pins.
"Ordnance Instructions for the United States Navy." by Bureau of Ordnance, USN
Gilbert, dressed in a blue coat, yellow knee-breeches, and with a crimson and white scarf pinned across his coat, came to the door.
"A Little Maid of Old Philadelphia" by Alice Turner Curtis
Out of the balance of the money spent on the boat, we purchased a pin-fire, breech-loading gun, the pride of my life for many days.
"A Labrador Doctor" by Wilfred Thomason Grenfell
Ralph for a while was so knocked off his pins by the breeches-maker, that he didn't know where to look for shelter.
"Ralph the Heir" by Anthony Trollope
The breech-pin of a gun.
"The Sailor's Word-Book" by William Henry Smyth
We followed it, and Trusty pinned it to the spot by a few bites in its breeches.
"The Backwoodsman" by Various
It had a sliding breech block carrying the main spring and firing pin.
"The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century." by Edward W. Byrn