One Hundred Years of Solitude

had reached the age of thirty-
five. He survived fourteen
attempts on his life, seventy-
three ambushes, and a firing
squad. He lived through a
dose of strychnine in his
coffee that was enough to kill
a horse. He refused the Order
of Merit, which the President
of the Republic awarded him.
He rose to be Commander in
Chief of the revolutionary
forces, with jurisdiction and
command from one border to