The glowing yellow heads looked down from rafter and beam, peeped from the stalls, dangled from stanchions.
"The Brass Bound Box"
Evelyn Raymond
An old demi-peak saddle, capped and tipped with brass, some rusty bits, and stray stirrup-irons lay here and there upon the floor; while upon a species of clothes-rack, attached to a rafter, hung a tarnished suit of postillion's livery, cap, jacket, leathers, and jack-boots, all ready for use; and evidently from their arrangement supposed by the owner to be a rather creditable "turn out."
"The Confessions of Harry Lorrequer, Complete"
Charles James Lever (1806-1872)
The woman-Lillian rafter, probably the finest actress and stool-pigeon in the whole detective world of graft and crookedness-lighted a cigarette at the gas-burner, and laughed with triumph.
"The Air Trust"
George Allan England