One Hundred Years of Solitude

arrived from the towns in the
swamp. She went directly to
the barracks. Arcadio
received her in the place
where the classroom used to
be and which at that time had
been transformed into a kind
of rearguard encampment,
with roiled hammocks
hanging on hooks and mats
piled up in the corners, and
rifles and carbines and even
hunting shotguns scattered on
the floor. The old woman