It is a series of steps rising to the ceiling, affording a gradually mounting temperature.

The bather who wants to enjoy a violent sweating rests full length for a few minutes on each step, while an attendant administers several hearty strokes of a stinging besom.

Sometimes a woman climbs too far, and is brought down in a faint.

On the poll, also, the cupping is done.

The back of the patient, with the cups in even rows, looks to me like a muffin pan.