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- # Narrator's Initial Reaction and Recollections
## Overview
This segment, titled "Narrator's Initial Reaction and Recollections," is a section of the short story [I and My Chimney](arke:01KG6YFYGCYAYC9GHGT2Z086S9) by Herman Melville. It comprises lines 821-862 of the source file [i_and_my_chimney.txt](arke:01KG6YDDFE1YJ2Q37Q9JT1AJVB). The segment captures the narrator's initial thoughts upon reading a note from Mr. Scribe concerning a possible hidden chamber in the chimney.
## Context
This short story is part of the [Melville](arke:01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF) collection. This segment follows [The Letter from Hiram Scribe](arke:01KG6YGB4YGMSWP37Q3C76QM69), which details the contents of the letter that prompts the narrator's reflections. It precedes the segment [Wife and Daughters' Reaction and the Emerging Conflict](arke:01KG6YGBV23AQZ0017GKG4XFZG), which describes the reactions of the narrator's family to the letter.
## Contents
In this segment, the narrator recounts his initial reaction to Mr. Scribe's note, which involves a recollection of his kinsman, Captain Julian Dacres, who had previously owned the house. The narrator recalls rumors surrounding the captain's will and possible hidden treasure, dismissing them due to the character of the subsequent owner who would have searched for it. However, Mr. Scribe's note revives these old mysteries in the narrator's mind. The segment concludes with the narrator dismissing these thoughts and turning to his wife.
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- My first thought upon reading this note was, not of the alleged mystery
of manner to which, at the outset, it alluded-for none such had I at
all observed in the master-mason during his surveys—but of my late
kinsman, Captain Julian Dacres, long a ship-master and merchant in the
Indian trade, who, about thirty years ago, and at the ripe age of
ninety, died a bachelor, and in this very house, which he had built. He
was supposed to have retired into this country with a large fortune.
But to the general surprise, after being at great cost in building
himself this mansion, he settled down into a sedate, reserved, and
inexpensive old age, which by the neighbors was thought all the better
for his heirs: but lo! upon opening the will, his property was found to
consist but of the house and grounds, and some ten thousand dollars in
stocks; but the place, being found heavily mortgaged, was in
consequence sold. Gossip had its day, and left the grass quietly to
creep over the captain’s grave, where he still slumbers in a privacy as
unmolested as if the billows of the Indian Ocean, instead of the
billows of inland verdure, rolled over him. Still, I remembered long
ago, hearing strange solutions whispered by the country people for the
mystery involving his will, and, by reflex, himself; and that, too, as
well in conscience as purse. But people who could circulate the report
(which they did), that Captain Julian Dacres had, in his day, been a
Borneo pirate, surely were not worthy of credence in their collateral
notions. It is queer what wild whimsies of rumors will, like
toadstools, spring up about any eccentric stranger, who, settling down
among a rustic population, keeps quietly to himself. With some,
inoffensiveness would seem a prime cause of offense. But what chiefly
had led me to scout at these rumors, particularly as referring to
concealed treasure, was the circumstance, that the stranger (the same
who razeed the roof and the chimney) into whose hands the estate had
passed on my kinsman’s death, was of that sort of character, that had
there been the least ground for those reports, he would speedily have
tested them, by tearing down and rummaging the walls.
Nevertheless, the note of Mr. Scribe, so strangely recalling the memory
of my kinsman, very naturally chimed in with what had been mysterious,
or at least unexplained, about him; vague flashings of ingots united in
my mind with vague gleamings of skulls. But the first cool thought soon
dismissed such chimeras; and, with a calm smile, I turned towards my
wife, who, meantime, had been sitting nearby, impatient enough, I dare
say, to know who could have taken it into his head to write me a
letter.
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