Suddenly he began to whirl round and dance with a thousand prancings of his long legs and writhings of his arms and shoulders, still beating the drum and playing the flute or crying and raging at intervals, ever accelerating his movements until at last with pallid face and bloodshot eyes he fell on the snow, where he continued to writhe and give out his incoherent cries.

In this manner the doctor treated his patients, frightening with his madness the bad devils that carry disease.

Another witch doctor gave his patients dirty, muddy water, which I learned was the water from the bath of the very person of the Living Buddha who had washed in it his "divine" body born from the sacred flower of the lotus.
"Om! Om!" both witches continuously screamed.
While the doctors fought with the devils, the ill people were left to themselves.

They lay in high fever under the heaps of sheepskins and overcoats, were delirious, raved and threw themselves about.

By the braziers squatted adults and children who were still well, indifferently chatting, drinking tea and smoking.