One Hundred Years of Solitude

made the difficult trip from
Manaure with some hide
dealers who had taken on the
task of delivering her along
with a letter to José 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