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40 miles above Port Eads we reached quarantine, when our vessel was at once boarded by the Doctor and his men, with ominous looking black pots and kettles, which meant that our ship was to be fumigated. The Dr. at once went to work. Setting his kettles of brimstone on fire and putting them down the Holds for five hours so that the fumes penetrated every part of the vessel.