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- # POOR MAN'S PUDDING AND RICH MAN'S CRUMBS
## Overview
This is a segment extracted from a text file, representing a section of the story "Poor Man's Pudding and Rich Man's Crumbs" within the document [The Apple-Tree Table and Other Sketches](arke:01KG6YFXZ62W4FVZVEZTBSQNZY). The segment, extracted on January 30, 2026, covers lines 960 to 1039 of the source file [the_apple_tree_table_and_other_sketches.txt](arke:01KG6YDD8GKW0DRD5H2MY1NRZ7).
## Context
The segment is part of a larger collection of works by Herman Melville, as indicated by its inclusion in the [Melville](arke:01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF) collection. It is preceded by the segment titled [THE FIDDLER](arke:01KG6YGAW8NKM3KY3M6C63834V) and followed by [THE HAPPY FAILURE](arke:01KG6YGAW7JVRVJA0RBXBX7JHD), forming a continuous narrative within the document.
## Contents
The segment describes a scene where the family is startled by rapping and the appearance of a "bug" (insect) in their home. The text includes journal entries noting the passage of time and the family's reactions to the mysterious ticking and eventual appearance of the bug. The daughters, Julia and Anna, are initially frightened but then become charmed by the bug's beauty, describing it in fantastical terms. The segment concludes with a discussion about consulting Madame Pazzi, a conjurer, or Professor Johnson, a naturalist, to understand the bug's origin. The father decides to consult Professor Johnson, setting the stage for the next segment.
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"_Five o'clock. No sign of the bug. Ticking faint. Myself feeling
drowsy. The rest still asleep._"
So far the journal.
--Rap! rap! rap!
A terrific, portentous rapping against a door.
Startled from our dreams, we started to our feet.
Rap! rap! rap!
Julia and Anna shrieked.
I cowered in the corner.
"You fools!" cried my wife, "it's the baker with the bread."
Six o'clock.
She went to throw back the shutters, but ere it was done, a cry came
from Julia. There, half in and half out its crack, there wriggled the
bug, flashing in the room's general dimness, like a fiery opal.
Had this bug had a tiny sword by its side--a Damascus sword--and a
tiny necklace round its neck--a diamond necklace--and a tiny gun in
its claw--brass gun--and a tiny manuscript in its mouth--a Chaldee
manuscript--Julia and Anna could not have stood more charmed.
In truth, it was a beautiful bug--a Jew jeweler's bug--a bug like a
sparkle of a glorious sunset.
Julia and Anna had never dreamed of such a bug. To them, bug had been
a word synonymous with hideousness. But this was a seraphical bug; or
rather, all it had of the bug was the B, for it was beautiful as a
butterfly.
Julia and Anna gazed and gazed. They were no more alarmed. They were
delighted.
"But how got this strange, pretty creature into the table?" cried Julia.
"Spirits can get anywhere," replied Anna.
"Pshaw!" said my wife.
"Do you hear any more ticking?" said I.
They all applied their ears, but heard nothing.
"Well, then, wife and daughters, now that it is all over, this very
morning I will go and make inquiries about it."
"Oh, do, papa," cried Julia, "do go and consult Madame Pazzi, the
conjuress."
"Better go and consult Professor Johnson, the naturalist," said my wife.
"Bravo, Mrs. Democritus!" said I. "Professor Johnson is the man."
By good fortune I found the professor in. Informing him briefly of the
incident, he manifested a cool, collected sort of interest, and gravely
accompanied me home. The table was produced, the two openings pointed
out, the bug displayed, and the details of the affair set forth; my
wife and daughters being present.
"And now, Professor," said I, "what do you think of it?"
Putting on his spectacles, the learned professor looked hard at the
table, and gently scraped with his penknife into the holes, but said
nothing.
"Is it not an unusual thing, this?" anxiously asked Anna.
"Very unusual, Miss."
At which Julia and Anna exchanged significant glances.
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- POOR MAN'S PUDDING AND RICH MAN'S CRUMBS