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Chapter 4
Therehadneverbeenasmanysurprisesandasmuchdashingaboutasinthosedays,butthenewpitchlampswerelightedonthedesignateddayandhour.Thehousewasopened,stillsmellingofresinanddampwhitewash,andthechildrenandgrandchildrenofthefounderssawtheporchwithfernsandbegonias,thequietrooms,thegardensaturatedwiththefragranceoftheroses,andtheygatheredtogetherintheparlor,facingtheunknowninventionthathadbeencoveredwithawhitesheet.Thosewhowerefamiliarwiththepiano,popularinothertownsintheswamp,feltalittledisheartened,butmorebitterwasúrsula’sdisappointmentwhensheputinthefirstrollsothatAmarantaandRebecacouldbeginthedancingandthemechanismdidnotwork.Melquíades,almostblindbythen,crumblingwithdecrepitude,usedtheartsofhistimelesswisdominanattempttofixit.FinallyJoséArcadioBuendíamanaged,bymistake,tomoveadevicethatwasstuckandthemusiccameout,firstinaburstandtheninaflowofmixed-upnotes.Beatingagainstthestringsthathadbeenputinwithoutorderorconcertandhadbeentunedtemerity,thehammersletgo.Butthestubborndescendantsofthetwenty-oneintrepidpeoplewhoplowedthroughthemountainsinsearchoftheseatothewestavoidedthereefsofthemelodicmix-upandthedancingwentonuntildawn.
PietroCrespicamebacktorepairthepianola.RebecaandAmarantahelpedhimputthestringsinorderandhelpedhimwiththeirlaughteratthemix-upofthemelodies.
