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She
had
baths
built
is
the
courtyard
in
the
shade
of
the
chestnut
tree
,
one
for
the
women
and
another
for
the
men
,
and
in
the
rear
a
large
stable
,
a
fencedin
chicken
yard
,
a
shed
for
the
milk
cows
,
and
an
aviary
open
to
the
four
winds
so
that
wandering
birds
could
roost
there
at
their
pleasure
.
Followed
by
dozens
of
masons
and
carpenters
,
as
if
she
had
contracted
her
husband
's
hallucinating
fever
,
úrsula
fixed
the
position
of
light
and
heat
and
distributed
space
without
the
least
sense
of
its
limitations
.
The
primitive
building
of
the
founders
became
filled
with
tools
and
materials
,
workmen
exhausted
by
sweat
,
who
asked
everybody
please
not
to
molest
them
,
exasperated
by
the
sack
of
bones
that
followed
them
everywhere
with
its
dull
rattle
.
In
that
discomfort
,
breathing
quicklime
and
tar
,
no
one
could
see
very
well
how
from
the
bowels
of
the
earth
there
was
rising
not
only
the
largest
house
is
the
town
,
but
the
most
hospitable
and
cool
house
that
had
ever
existed
in
the
region
of
the
swamp
.
José
Buendía
,
trying
to
surprise
Divine
Providence
in
the
midst
of
the
cataclysm
,
was
the
one
who
least
understood
it
.
The
new
house
was
almost
finished
when
úrsula
drew
him
out
of
his
chimerical
world
in
order
to
inform
him
that
she
had
an
order
to
paint
the
front
blue
and
not
white
as
they
had
wanted
.
She
showed
him
the
official
document
.
José
Arcadio
Buendía
,
without
understanding
what
his
wife
was
talking
about
,
deciphered
the
signature
.
"
Who
is
this
fellow
?
"
he
asked
:
"
The
magistrate
,
"
úrsula
answered
disconsolately
.
They
say
he
's
an
authority
sent
by
the
government
.
"
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
,
the
magistrate
,
had
arrived
in
Macondo
very
quietly
.
He
put
up
at
the
Hotel
Jacob
--
built
by
one
of
the
first
Arabs
who
came
to
swap
knickknacks
for
macaws-and
on
the
following
day
he
rented
a
small
room
with
a
door
on
the
street
two
blocks
away
from
the
Buendía
house
.
He
set
up
a
table
and
a
chair
that
he
had
bought
from
Jacob
,
nailed
up
on
the
wall
the
shield
of
the
republic
that
he
had
brought
with
him
,
and
on
the
door
he
painted
the
sign
:
Magistrate
.
His
first
order
was
for
all
the
houses
to
be
painted
blue
in
celebration
of
the
anniversary
of
national
independence
.
José
Arcadio
Buendía
,
with
the
copy
of
the
order
in
his
hand
,
found
him
taking
his
nap
in
a
hammock
he
had
set
up
in
the
narrow
office
.
"
Did
you
write
this
paper
?
"
he
asked
him
.
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
,
a
mature
man
,
timid
,
with
a
ruddy
complexion
,
said
yes
.
"
By
what
right
?
"
José
Arcadio
Buendía
asked
again
.
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
picked
up
a
paper
from
the
drawer
of
the
table
showed
it
to
him
.
"
I
have
been
named
magistrate
of
this
town
.
"
José
Arcadio
Buendía
did
not
even
look
at
the
appointment
.
"
In
this
town
we
do
not
give
orders
with
pieces
of
paper
,
"
he
said
without
losing
his
calm
.
"
And
so
that
you
know
it
once
and
for
all
,
we
do
n't
need
any
judge
here
because
there
's
nothing
that
needs
judging
.
"
Facing
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
,
still
without
raising
his
voice
,
he
gave
a
detailed
account
of
how
they
had
founded
the
village
,
of
how
they
had
distributed
the
land
,
opened
the
roads
,
introduced
the
improvements
that
necessity
required
without
having
bothered
the
government
and
without
anyone
having
bothered
them
.
"
We
are
so
peaceful
that
none
of
us
has
died
even
of
a
natural
death
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
can
see
that
we
still
do
n't
have
any
cemetery
.
"
No
once
was
upset
that
the
government
had
not
helped
them
.
On
the
contrary
,
they
were
happy
that
up
until
then
it
had
let
them
grow
in
peace
,
and
he
hoped
that
it
would
continue
leaving
them
that
way
,
because
they
had
not
founded
a
town
so
that
the
first
upstart
who
came
along
would
tell
them
what
to
do
.
Don
Apolinar
had
put
on
his
denim
jacket
,
white
like
his
trousers
,
without
losing
at
any
moment
the
elegance
of
his
gestures
.
"
So
that
if
you
want
to
stay
here
like
any
other
ordinary
citizen
,
you
're
quite
welcome
,
"
José
Arcadio
Buendía
concluded
.
"
But
if
you
've
come
to
cause
disorder
by
making
the
people
paint
their
houses
blue
,
you
can
pick
up
your
junk
and
go
back
where
you
came
from
.
Because
my
house
is
going
to
be
white
,
white
,
like
a
dove
.
"
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
turned
pale
.
He
took
a
step
backward
and
tightened
his
jaws
as
he
said
with
a
certain
affliction
:
"
I
must
warn
you
that
I
'm
armed
.
"
José
Arcadio
Buendía
did
not
know
exactly
when
his
hands
regained
the
useful
strength
with
which
he
used
to
pull
down
horses
.
He
grabbed
Don
Apolinar
Moscote
by
the
lapels
and
lifted
him
up
to
the
level
of
his
eyes
.
