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“Thursday--Anchored off the beautiful cathedral city of Malaga, Spain.--Went ashore in the captain's boat--not ashore, either, for they would not let us land. Quarantine. Shipped my newspaper correspondence, which they took with tongs, dipped it in sea water, clipped it full of holes, and then fumigated it with villainous vapors till it smelt like a Spaniard. Inquired about chances to run to blockade and visit the Alhambra at Granada. Too risky--they might hang a body. Set sail--middle of afternoon.