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- # Narrator's Reflection on Kinsman and House History
## Overview - What this is (type, form, dates, scope)
This text segment is from the short story "[I and My Chimney](arke:01KG8AJ72QDX8N8STJ3550X2NW)" by Herman Melville, part of the "[Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW)" collection. It is a reflection by the narrator on the history of his house and a deceased kinsman, Captain Julian Dacres. The segment was extracted from the file "[i_and_my_chimney.txt](arke:01KG89J1H4TA19251AXAPE3ZWC)" and spans lines 821-853.
## Context - Background and provenance from related entities
This segment follows "[Letter from Hiram Scribe](arke:01KG8AJN5MM0AE05S66NQSBYYJ)" and precedes "[Introduction of Wife and Her Reaction](arke:01KG8AJN5MBYK3XBAF94NSWDK1)" within the short story. The narrator is prompted by a letter from Hiram Scribe to reflect on the history of the house and his late kinsman, Captain Julian Dacres. The story is part of a larger collection of Melville's works.
## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details
The narrator recalls Captain Dacres, who built the house and died there. Dacres was rumored to have a hidden fortune, but his will revealed only the house and a small sum of money. The narrator dismisses rumors of the captain being a pirate. He notes that the new owner of the house, who acquired it after Dacres' death, would have searched for treasure if there were any truth to the rumors.
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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.
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- Narrator's Reflection on Kinsman and House History