voice and had made him silent and definitely solitary； but； on the other hand； it had restored the intense expression that he had had in his eyes when he was born。 He concentrated so much on his experiments in silverwork that he scarcely left the laboratory to eat。 Worried ever his inner withdrawal； Jos？Arcadio Buendía gave him the keys to the house and a little money； thinking that perhaps he needed a woman。 But Aureliano spent the money on muriatic acid to prepare some aqua regia and he beautified the keys by plating them with gold。 His excesses were hardly parable to those of Arcadio and Amaranta； who had already begun to get their second teeth and still went about all day clutching at the Indians？cloaks； stubborn in their decision not to speak Spanish but the Guajiro language。 “You shouldn’t plain。？？rsula told her husband。 “Children inherit their parents？madness。？And as she was lamenting her misfortune； convinced that the wild behavior of her children was something as fearful as a pig’s tail； Aureliano gave her a look that wrapped her in an atmosphere of uncertainty。
“Somebody is ing；？he told her。
？rsula； as she did whenever he made a prediction； tried to break it down with her housewifely logic。 It was normal for someone to be ing。 Dozens of strangers came through Macondo every day without arousing suspicion or secret ideas。 Nevertheless； beyond all logic； Aureliano was sure of his prediction。
“I don’t know who it will be；？he insisted； “but whoever it is is already on the way。？
That Sunday； in fact； Rebeca arrived。 She was only eleven years old。 She had made the difficult trip from Manaure with some hide dealers who had taken on the task of delivering her along with a letter to Jos？Arcadio Buendía； but they could not explain precisely who the person was who had asked the favor。 Her entire baggage consisted of a small trunk； a little rocking chair with small hand…painted flowers； and a canvas sack which kept making a cloc…cloc…cloc sound； where she carried her parents？bones。 The letter addressed to Jos？Arcadio Buendía was written is very warm terms by someone who still loved him very much in spite of time and distance； and who felt obliged by a basic humanitarian feeling to do the charitable thing and send him that poor unsheltered orphan； who was a second cousin of ？rsula’s and consequently also a relative of Jos？Arcadio Buendía； although farther removed； because she was the daughter of that unforgettable friend Nicanor Ulloa and his very worthy wife Rebeca Montiel； may God keep them in His holy kingdom； whose remains the girl was carrying so that they might be given Christian burial。 The names mentioned； as well as the signature on the letter； were perfectly legible； but neither Jos？Arcadio； Buendía nor ？rsula remembered having any relatives with those names； nor did they know anyone by the name of the sender of the letter； much less the remote village of Manaure。 It was impossible to obtain any further information from the girl。 From the moment she arrived she had been sitting in the rocker； sucking her finger and observing everyone with her large； startled eyes without giving any sign of understanding what they were asking her。 She wore a diagonally striped dress that had been dyed black； worn by use； and a pair of scaly patent leather boots。 Her hair was held behind her ears with bows of black ribbon。 She wore a scapular with the images worn away by sweat； and on her right wrist the fang of a carnivorous animal mounted on a backing of copper as an amulet against the evil eye。 Her greenish skin； her stomach； round and tense as a drum。 revealed poor health and hunger that were older than she was； but when they gave her something to eat she kept the plate on her knees without tasting anything。 They even began to think that she was a deaf…mute until the Indians asked her in their language if she wanted some water and she moved her eyes as if she recognized them and said yes with her head。
They kept her； because there was nothing else they could do。 They decided to call her Rebeca； which according to the letter was her mother’s name； because Aureliano had the patience to read to her the names of all the saints and he did not get a reaction from any one of them。 Since there was no cemetery in Macondo at that time； for no one had died up till then； they kept the bag of bones to wait for a worthy place of burial； and for a long time it got in the way everywhere and would be found where least expected； always with its clucking of a broody hen。 A long time passed before Rebeca became incorporated into the life of the family。 She would sit in her small rocker sucking her finger in the most remote corner of the house。 Nothing attracted her attention except the music of the clocks； which she would look for every half hour with her frightened eyes as if she hoped to find it someplace in the air。 They could not get her to eat for several days。 No one understood why she had not died of hunger until the Indians； who were aware of everything； for they went ceaselessly about the house on their stealthy feet； discovered that Rebeca only liked to eat the damp earth of the courtyard and the cake of whitewash that she picked of the walls with her nails。 It was obvious that her parents； or whoever had raised her； had scolded her for that habit because she did it secretively and with a feeling of guilt； trying to put away supplies so that she could eat when no one was looking。 From then on they put her under an implacable watch。 They threw cow gall onto the courtyard and； rubbed hot chili on the walls； thinking they could defeat her pernicious vice with those methods； but she showed such signs of astuteness and ingenuity to find some earth that ？rsula found herself forced to use more drastic methods。 She put some orange juice and rhubarb into a pan that she left in the dew all night and she gave her the dose the following day on an empty stomach。 Although no one had told her that it was the specific remedy for the vice of eating earth； she thought that any bitter substance in an empty stomach would have to make the liver react。 Rebeca was so rebellious and strong in spite of her frailness that they had to tie her up like a calf to make her swallow the medicine； and they could barely keep back her kicks or bear up under the strange hieroglyphics that she alternated with her bites and spitting； and that； according to what the scandalized Indians said； were the vilest obscenities that one could ever imagine in their language。 When ？rsula discovered that； she added whipping to the treatment。 It was never established whether it was the rhubarb or the beatings that had effect； or both of them together； but the truth was that in a few weeks Rebeca began to show signs of recovery。 She took part in the games of Arcadio and Amaranta； who treated her like an older sister； and she ate heartily； using the utensils properly。 It was soon revealed that she spoke Spanish with as much fluency as the Indian language； that she had a remarkable ability for manual work； and that she could sing the waltz of the clocks with some very funny words that she herself had invented。 It did not take long for them to consider her another member of the family。 She was more affectionate to ？rsula than any of her own children had been； and she called Arcadio； and Amaranta brother and sister； Aureliano uncle； and Jos？Arcadio Buendía grandpa。 So that she finally deserved； as much as the others； the name of Rebeca Buendía； the only one that she ever had and that she bore with dignity until her death。
One night about the time that Rebeca was cured of the vice of eating earth and was brought to sleep in the other children’s room； the Indian woman； who slept with them awoke by chance and heard a strange； intermittent sound in the corner。 She got up in alarm； thinking that an animal had e into the room； and then she saw Rebeca in the rocker； sucking her finger and with her eyes lighted up in the darkness like those of a cat。 Terrified； exhausted by her fate； Visitación recognized in those eyes the symptoms of the sickness whose threat had obliged her and her brother to exile themselves forever from an age…old kingdom where they had been prince and pr