百年孤独(英文版)-第74部分
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arán had sold so many little candy animals。
When Jos？Arcadio Segundo came to he was lying face up in the darkness。 He realized that he was riding on an endless and silent train and that his head was caked with dry blood and that all his bones ached。 He felt an intolerable desire to sleep。 Prepared to sleep for many hours； safe from the terror and the horror； he made himself fortable on the side that pained him less； and only then did he discover that he was lying against dead people。 There was no free space in the car except for an aisle in the middle。 Several hours must have passed since the massacre because the corpses had the same temperature as a plaster in autumn and the same consistency of petrified foam that it had； and those who had put them in the car had had time to pile them up in the same way in which they transported bunches of bananas。 Trying to flee from the nightmare； Jos？Arcadio Segundo dragged himself from one car to an other in the direction in which the train was heading； and in the flashes of light that broke through the wooden slats as they went through sleeping towns he saw the man corpses； woman corpses； child corpses who would be thrown into the sea like rejected bananas。 He recognized only a woman who sold drinks in the square and Colonel Gavilán； who still held wrapped in his hand the belt with a buckle of Morelia silver with which he had tried to open his way through the panic。 When he got to the first car he jumped into the darkness and lay beside the tracks until the train had passed。 It was the longest one he had ever seen； with almost two hundred freight cars and a lootive at either end and a third one in the middle。 It had no lights； not even the red and green running lights； and it slipped off with a nocturnal and stealthy velocity。 On top of the cars there could be seen the dark shapes of the soldiers with their emplaced machine guns。
After midnight a torrential cloudburst came up。 Jos？Arcadio Segundo did not know where it was that he had jumped off； but he knew that by going in the opposite direction to that of the train he would reach Macondo。 After walking for more than three hours； soaked to the skin； with a terrible headache； he was able to make out the first houses in the light of dawn。 Attracted by the smell of coffee； he went into a kitchen where a woman with a child in her arms was leaning over the stove。
“Hello；？he said； exhausted。 “I’m Jos？Arcadio Segundo Buendía。？
He pronounced his whole name； letter by letter； in order to convince her that he was alive。 He was wise in doing so； because the woman had thought that he was an apparition as she saw the dirty； shadowy figure with his head and clothing dirty with blood and touched with the solemnity of death e through the door。 She recognized him。 She brought him a blanket so that he could wrap himself up while his clothes dried by the fire； she warmed some water to wash his wound； which was only a flesh wound； and she gave him a clean diaper to bandage his head。 Then she gave him a mug of coffee without sugar as she had been told the Buendías drank it； and she spread his clothing out near the fire。
Jos？Arcadio Segundo did not speak until he had finished drinking his coffee。
“There must have been three thousand of them？he murmured。
“What？？
“The dead；？he clarified。 “It must have been an of the people who were at the station。？
The woman measured him with a pitying look。 “There haven’t been any dead here；？she said。 “Since the time of your uncle； the colonel； nothing has happened in Macondo。？In the three kitchens where Jos？Arcadio Segundo stopped before reaching home they told him the same thing。 “There weren’t any dead。 He went through the small square by the station and he saw the fritter stands piled one on top of the other and he could find no trace of the massacre。 The streets were deserted under the persistent rain and the houses locked up with no trace of life inside。 The only human note was the first tolling of the bells for mass。 He knocked at the door at Colonel Gavilán’s house。 A pregnant woman whom he had seen several times closed the door in his face。 “He left；？she said； frightened。 “He went back to his own country。？The main entrance to the wire chicken coop was guarded as always by two local policemen who looked as if they were made of stone under the rain； with raincoats and rubber boots。 On their marginal street the West Indian Negroes were singing Saturday psalms。 Jos？Arcadio Segundo jumped over the courtyard wall and entered the house through the kitchen。 Santa Sofía de la Piedad barely raised her voice。 “Don’t let Fernanda see you；？she said。 “She’s just getting up。？As if she were fulfilling an implicit pact； she took her son to the “chamberpot room。？arranged Melquíades？brokendown cot for him and at two in the afternoon； while Fernanda was taking her siesta； she passed a plate of food in to him through the window。
Aureliano Segundo had slept at home because the rain had caught him time and at three in the afternoon he was still waiting for it to clear。 Informed in secret by Santa Sofía de la Piedad； he visited his brother in Melquíades？room at that time。 He did not believe the version of the massacre or the nightmare trip of the train loaded with corpses traveling toward the sea either。 The night before he had read an extraordinary proclamation to the nation which said that the workers had left the station and had returned home in peaceful groups。 The proclamation also stated that the union leaders； with great patriotic spirit； had reduced their demands to two points： a reform of medical services and the building of latrines in the living quarters。 It was stated later that when the military authorities obtained the agreement with the workers； they hastened to tell Mr。 Brown and he not only accepted the new conditions but offered to pay for three days of public festivities to celebrate the end of the conflict。 Except that when the military asked him on what date they could announce the signing of the agreement； he looked out the window at the sky crossed with lightning flashes and made a profound gesture of doubt。
“When the rain stops；？he said。 “As long as the rain lasts we’re suspending all activities。？
It had not rained for three months and there had been a drought。 But when Mr。 Brown announced his decision a torrential downpour spread over the whole banana region。 It was the one that caught Jos？Arcadio Segundo on his way to Macondo。 A week later it was still raining。 The official version； repeated a thousand times and mangled out all over the country by every means of munication the government found at hand； was finally accepted： there were no dead； the satisfied workers had gone back to their families； and the banana pany was suspending all activity until the rains stopped。 Martial law continued with an eye to the necessity of taking emergency measures for the public disaster of the endless downpour； but the troops were confined to quarters。 During the day the soldiers walked through the torrents in the streets with their pant legs rolled up； playing with boats with the children。 At night after taps； they knocked doors down with their rifle butts； hauled suspects out of their beds； and took them off on trips from which there was no return。 The search for and extermination of the hoodlums； murderers； arsonists； and rebels of Decree No。 4 was still going on； but the military denied it even to the relatives of the victims who crowded the mandant’s offices in search of news。 “You must have been dreaming；？the officers insisted。 “Nothing has happened in Macondo； nothing has ever happened； and nothing ever will happen。 “This is a happy town。？In that way they were finally able to wipe out the union leaders。
The only survivor was Jos？Arcadio Segundo。 One February night the unmistakable blows of rifle butts were heard at the door。 Aureliano Segundo； who was still waiting for it to clear； opened the door to six soldiers under the mand of an officer。 Soaking from the rain； without saying a word； they searched the house room by room； closet by closet； from parlor to pantry。 ？rsula woke up when they turned on the light in her room and she did not breathe
