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midst of the excitement of the famil y the scandalization of 2rsula, the joy of the people cramming the street to
watch that apotheosis of squandering. Aureliano Segundo finished by papering the house from the front to the
kitchen, including bathrooms and bedrooms, and threw the leftover bills into the courtyard.
“Now,?he said in a final way,maple power leveling, “I hope that nobody in this house ever talks to me about money again.?
That was what happened. 2rsula had the bills taken down, stuck to great cakes of whitewash, and the house
was painted white again. “Dear Lord,?she begged, “make us poor again the way we were when we founded this
town so that you will not collect for this squandering in the other life.?Her prayers were answered in reverse.
One of the workmen removing the bills bumped into an enormous plaster statue of Saint Joseph that someone
had left in the house during the last years of the war and the hollow figure broke to pieces on the floor. It had
been stuffed with gold coins. No one could remember who had brought that life-sized saint. “Three men brought
it,?Amaranta explained. “They asked us to keep it until the rains were over and I told them to put it there in the
corner where nobody would bump into it, and there they put it, very carefully, and there it’s been ever since
because they never came back for it.?Later on, 2rsula had put candles on it and had prostrated herself before it,
not suspecting that instead of a saint she was adoring almost four bundled pounds of gold. The tardy evidence of
her involuntary paganism made her even more upset. She spat on the spectacular pile of coins, put them in three
canvas sacks, and buried them in a secret place, hoping that sooner or later the three unknown men would come
to reclaim them. Much later, during the difficult years of her decrepitude, 2rsula would intervene in the
conversations of the many travelers who came by the house at that time and ask them if they had left a plaster
Saint Joseph there during the war to be taken care of until the rains passed.
Things like that which gave 2rsula such consternation, were commonplace in those days. Macondo was
swamped in a miraculous prosperity. The adobe houses of the founders had been replaced by brick buildings with
wooden blinds and cement floors which made the suffocating heat of two o’clock in the afternoon more bearable.
All that remained at that time of Jos?Arcadio Buendaa’s ancient village were the dusty almond trees, destined to
resist the most arduous of circumstances, and the river of clear water whose prehistoric stones had been
pulverized by the frantic hammers of Jos?Arcadio Segundo when he set about opening the channel in order to
establish a boat line. It was a mad dream, comparable to those of his great-grandfather, for the rocky riverbed and
the numerous rapids prevented navigation from Macondo to the sea. But Jos?Arcadio Segundo, in an unforeseen
burst of temerity, stubbornly kept on with the project. Until then he had shown no sign of imagination. Except for
his precarious adventure with Petra Cotes, he had never known a woman. 2rsula had considered him the quietest
example the family had ever produced in all its history,runescape power leveling, incapable of standing out even as a handler of fighting
cocks, when Colonel Aureliano Buendaa told him the story of the Spanish galleon aground eight miles from the
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sea, the carbonized frame of which he had seen himself during the war. The story, which for so many years had
seemed fantastic to so many people,mu online zen, was a revelation for Jos?Arcadio Segundo. He auctioned off his roosters to
the highest bidder, recruited men, bought tools, and set about the awesome task of breaking stones,mu online items, digging

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Aureliano, who had also taught him how to read and write. 2rsula suddenly realized that the house had become
full of people, that her children were on the point of marrying and having children, and that they would be
obliged to scatter for lack of space. Then she took out the money she had accumulated over long years of hard
labor, made some arrangements with her customers, and undertook the enlargement of the house. She had a
formal parlor for visits built, another one that was more comfortable and cool for daily use, a dining room with a
table with twelve places where the family could sit with all of their guests, nine bedrooms with windows on the
courtyard and a long porch protected from the heat of noon by a rose garden with a railing on which to place pots
of ferns and begonias. She had the kitchen enlarged to hold two ovens. The granary where Pilar Ternera had read
Jos?Arcadio’s future was torn down and another twice as large built so that there would never be a lack of food
in the house. She had baths built is the courtyard in the shade of the chestnut tree,star trek online credits, one for the women and another
for the men,maple power leveling, and in the rear a large stable, a fenced-in chicken yard, a shed for the milk cows,buy sro gold, 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, 2rsula 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, of 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. Jos?Buendaa, 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 2rsula 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. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa, without understanding what his wife was talking about, deciphered the
signature.
“Who is this fellow??he asked:
“The magistrate,?2rsula 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?a
built by one of the first Arabs who came to swap knickknacks for macaws?aand on the following day he rented a
small room with a door on the street two blocks away from the Buendaa 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. Jos?Arcadio Buendaa,star trek credits, 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??Jos?Arcadio
Buendaa asked again. Don Apolinar Moscote picked up a paper from the drawer of the table and showed it to
him. “I have been named magistrate of this town.?Jos?Arcadio Buendaa did not even look at the appointment.