The two high priests who stand within the circle receive the garments one after another, kiss them, and lay them on a heap together.

The priests beat time with their hands, and after the garments have been laid aside the dance becomes faster and faster.

Heavy drops of perspiration stand on every brow; some are even foaming at the mouth.

The howling and roaring at length reach such a dreadful pitch, that the spectator feels stunned and bewildered.
Suddenly one of these maniacs fell lifeless to the ground.

The priests and a few from the circle hurried towards him, stretched him out flat, crossed his hands and feet, and covered him with a cloth.
The doctor and I were both considerably alarmed, for we thought the poor man had been seized with apoplexy.