On the Mont Dore cure and the proper way to use it : in the rheumatic, gouty, scrofulous, syphilitic, tuberculous, dartrous, and other morbid constitutional states; also in asthma, consumption, bronchitis, emphysema, naso-pulmonary catarrh, and other affections of the throat, chest and mucous membranes / by Horace Dobell.

Date:
1881
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Credit: On the Mont Dore cure and the proper way to use it : in the rheumatic, gouty, scrofulous, syphilitic, tuberculous, dartrous, and other morbid constitutional states; also in asthma, consumption, bronchitis, emphysema, naso-pulmonary catarrh, and other affections of the throat, chest and mucous membranes / by Horace Dobell. Source: Wellcome Collection.

Provider: This material has been provided by the Royal College of Physicians of Edinburgh. The original may be consulted at the Royal College of Physicians of Edinburgh.

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    Fran9oise. . . . Fran9oise called me soon after six. I put on my flannels, a thick ulster, and my sabots, I was then given four tickets, one for the aspiration, another for a towel, two for the chaise-d-portoiir, for I found it was rarely permitted to walk across the Place; so outside my door there was a narrow wooden sedan chair, into which I entei'ed, and two stalwart Auvergnese took me up, jolted me down the narrow stairs, and ran across to the bathing house I was pleased to find myself landed safely on the first floor. At the door of this mysterious aspiration I was ushered into an outer room, in which there was a queer- looking set of half-dressed men being rubbed down like racers; but there was little time for observation. My ulster was removed, the zebra-striped flannel jacket replaced by one of coarser material, and I was shown into a large hall, or rather a succession of halls. At first I could not distinguish anything through the dense cloud of sulphurous vapour [see Table II.], which was rolling out of cauldrons in the centre. At last I perceived a number of persons walking round and round in couples; they had all the appearance of convicts in the exercise yard of a penitentiary, as seen through the atmosphere of a London fog. . . . . Here were collected the halt, the lame, the tottering, the asthmatic. Was it possible that the same air could suit the emaciated careworn forms, and the fat Silenus, who waddled round panting with his apoplectic exertions? And there were haggard croque-morts faces which would seem to defy any process of regeneration. But so it was; this was the process through which all evils were to be stewed out of the system. . . . I took my place in the treadmill, and for one hour D 2