It was about as barbarous an exhibition as we have witnessed yet.

Then sick persons came and lay down, and beside them women laid their sick children (one a babe at the breast,) and the patriarch of the Dervishes walked upon their bodies.

He was supposed to cure their diseases by trampling upon their breasts or backs or standing on the back of their necks.

This is well enough for a people who think all their affairs are made or marred by viewless spirits of the air--by giants, gnomes, and genii--and who still believe, to this day, all the wild tales in the Arabian Nights.

Even so an intelligent missionary tells me.
We visited the Thousand and One Columns.