百年孤独(英文版)-第3部分
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royed by scurvy； his flaccid cheeks； and his withered lips trembled with fear at the final proof of the gypsy’s supernatural power。 The fear turned into panic when Melquíades took out his teeth； intact； encased in their gums； and showed them to the audience for an instant—a fleeting instant in which he went back to being the same decrepit man of years past—and put them back again and smiled once more with the full control of his restored youth。 Even Jos？Arcadio Buendía himself considered that Melquíades？knowledge had reached unbearable extremes； but he felt a healthy excitement when the gypsy explained to him atone the workings of his false teeth。 It seemed so simple and so prodigious at the same time that overnight he lost all interest in his experiments in alchemy。 He underwent a new crisis of bad humor。 He did not go back to eating regularly； and he would spend the day walking through the house。 “Incredible things are happening in the world；？he said to ？rsula。 “Right there across the river there are all kinds of magical instruments while we keep on living like donkeys。？Those who had known him since the foundation of Macondo were startled at how much he had changed under Melquíades？influence。
At first Jos？Arcadio Buendía had been a kind of youthful patriarch who would give instructions for planting and advice for the raising of children and animals； and who collaborated with everyone； even in the physical work； for the welfare of the munity。 Since his house from the very first had been the best in the village； the others had been built in its image and likeness。 It had a small； welllighted living roost； a dining room in the shape of a terrace with gaily colored flowers； two bedrooms； a courtyard with a gigantic chestnut tree； a well kept garden； and a corral where goats； pigs； and hens lived in peaceful munion。 The only animals that were prohibited； not just in his house but in the entire settlement； were fighting cocks。
？rsula’s capacity for work was the same as that of her husband。 Active； small； severe； that woman of unbreakable nerves who at no moment in her life had been heard to sing seemed to be everywhere； from dawn until quite late at night； always pursued by the soft whispering of her stiff； starched petticoats。 Thanks to her the floors of tamped earth； the unwhitewashed mud walls； the rustic； wooden furniture they had built themselves were always dean； and the old chests where they kept their clothes exhaled the warm smell of basil。
Jos？Arcadio Buendía； who was the most enterprising man ever to be seen in the village； had set up the placement of the houses in such a way that from all of them one could reach the river and draw water with the same effort； and he had lined up the streets with such good sense that no house got more sun than another during the hot time of day。 Within a few years Macondo was a village that was more orderly and hard working than any known until then by its three hundred inhabitants。 It was a truly happy village where no one was over thirty years of age and where no one had died。
Since the time of its founding； Jos？Arcadio Buendía had built traps and cages。 In a short time he filled not only his own house but all of those in the village with troupials； canaries； bee eaters； and redbreasts。 The concert of so many different birds became so disturbing that ？rsula would plug her ears with beeswax so as not to lose her sense of reality。 The first time that Melquíades？tribe arrived； selling glass balls for headaches； everyone was surprised that they had been able to find that village lost in the drowsiness of the swamp； and the gypsies confessed that they had found their way by the song of the birds。
That spirit of social initiative disappeared in a short time； pulled away by the fever of the magnets； the astronomical calculations； the dreams of transmutation； and the urge to discover the wonders of the world。 From a clean and active man； Jos？Arcadio Buendía changed into a man lazy in appearance； careless in his dress； with a wild beard that ？rsula managed to trim with great effort and a kitchen knife。 There were many who considered him the victim of some strange spell。 But even those most convinced of his madness left work and family to follow him when he brought out his tools to clear the land and asked the assembled group to open a way that would put Macondo in contact with the great inventions。
Jos？Arcadio Buendía was pletely ignorant of the geography of the region。 He knew that to the east there lay an impenetrable mountain chain and that on the other side of the mountains there was the ardent city of Riohacha； where in times past—according to what he had been told by the first Aureliano Buendía； his grandfather—Sir Francis Drake had gone crocodile hunting with cannons and that he repaired hem and stuffed them with straw to bring to Queen Elizabeth。 In his youth； Jos？Arcadio Buendía and his men； with wives and children； animals and all kinds of domestic implements； had crossed the mountains in search of an outlet to the sea； and after twentysix months they gave up the expedition and founded Macondo； so they would not have to go back。 It was； therefore； a route that did not interest him； for it could lead only to the past。 To the south lay the swamps； covered with an eternal vegetable scum and the whole vast universe of the great swamp； which； according to what the gypsies said； had no limits。 The great swamp in the west mingled with a boundless extension of water where there were softskinned cetaceans that had the head and torso of a woman； causing the ruination of sailors with the charm of their extraordinary breasts。 The gypsies sailed along that route for six months before they reached the strip of land over which the mules that carried the mail passed。 According to Jos？Arcadio Buendía’s calculations； the only possibility of contact with civilization lay along the northern route。 So he handed out clearing tools and hunting weapons to the same men who had been with him during the founding of Macondo。 He threw his directional instruments and his maps into a knapsack； and he undertook the reckless adventure。
During the first days they did not e across any appreciable obstacle。 They went down along the stony bank of the river to the place where years before they had found the soldier’s armor； and from there they went into the woods along a path between wild orange trees。 At the end of the first week they killed and roasted a deer； but they agreed to eat only half of it and salt the rest for the days that lay ahead。 With that precaution they tried to postpone the necessity of having to eat macaws； whose blue flesh had a harsh and musky taste。 Then； for more than ten days； they did not see the sun again。 The ground became soft and damp； like volcanic ash； and the vegetation was thicker and thicker； and the cries of the birds and the uproar of the monkeys became more and more remote； and the world became eternally sad。 The men on the expedition felt overwhelmed by their most ancient memories in that paradise of dampness and silence； going back to before original sin； as their boots sank into pools of steaming oil and their machetes destroyed bloody lilies and golden salamanders。 For a week； almost without speaking； they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief； lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects； and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood。 They could not return because the strip that they were opening as they went along would soon close up with a new vegetation that。 almost seemed to grow before their eyes。 “It’s all right；？Jos？Arcadio Buendía would say。 “The main thing is not to lose our bearings。？Always following his pass； he kept on guiding his men toward the invisible north so that they would be able to get out of that enchanted region。 It was a thick night； starless； but the darkness was being impregnated with a fresh and clear air。 Exhausted by the long crossing； they hung up their hammocks and slept deeply for the first time in two weeks。 When they woke up； with the sun already high in the sky； they were speechless with fascination。 Before them； surrounded by ferns and palm trees
