A very stout thick rope was fastened to the handle of the Corb, and ran across a pulley hanging from the centre of the beam, and thence out of sight in the nether places.
"Lorna Doone, A Romance of Exmoor"
R. D. Blackmore
My teeth would chatter, do all I could; but the strength of my arms was with me; and by them I held on the grimy rope, and so eased the foot of the Corb, which threatened to go away fathoms under me.
"Lorna Doone, A Romance of Exmoor"
R. D. Blackmore