DEAR FOLKS,--We have just dropped anchor before this handsome city and--

ALGIERS, AFRICA, Oct. 15.

They would not let us land at Caghari on account of cholera. Nothing to

write.

MALAGA, SPAIN, Oct. 17.

The Captain and I are ashore here under guard, waiting to know whether

they will let the ship anchor or not. Quarantine regulations are very

strict here on all vessels coming from Egypt. I am a little anxious

because I want to go inland to Granada and see the Alhambra. I can go on

down by Seville and Cordova, and be picked up at Cadiz.

Later: We cannot anchor--must go on. We shall be at Gibraltar before

midnight and I think I will go horseback (a long days) and thence

by rail and diligence to Cadiz. I will not mail this till I see the

Gibraltar lights--I begin to think they won't let us in anywhere.

11.30 P. M.--Gibraltar.

At anchor and all right, but they won't let us land till morning--it is

a waste of valuable time. We shall reach New York middle of November.

Yours,

SAM.

CADIZ, Oct 24, 1867.

DEAR FOLKS,--We left Gibraltar at noon and rode to Algeciras, (4 hours)

thus dodging the quarantine, took dinner and then rode horseback all

night in a swinging trot and at daylight took a caleche (a wheeled

vehicle) and rode 5 hours--then took cars and traveled till twelve at

night. That landed us at Seville and we were over the hard part of our

trip, and somewhat tired. Since then we have taken things comparatively

easy, drifting around from one town to another and attracting a good

deal of attention, for I guess strangers do not wander through Andalusia

and the other Southern provinces of Spain often. The country is

precisely as it was when Don Quixote and Sancho Panza were possible

characters.

But I see now what the glory of Spain must have been when it was under

Moorish domination. No, I will not say that, but then when one is

carried away, infatuated, entranced, with the wonders of the Alhambra

and the supernatural beauty of the Alcazar, he is apt to overflow with

admiration for the splendid intellects that created them.

I cannot write now. I am only dropping a line to let you know I am well.

The ship will call for us here tomorrow. We may stop at Lisbon, and

shall at the Bermudas, and will arrive in New York ten days after this

letter gets there.

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