I do not think I knew how much I loved him until he was gone.

As I stood there, with the tears coursing down my cheeks, all the strange events of my wondrous career seemed to rise before my mind--events in which poor dead Bruno always took an active part.

He was with me on the wreck; he was with me on the island; he was with me in all my wanderings and through all my sufferings and triumphs.
He got me out of many a scrape, and his curious little eccentricities, likes, and dislikes afforded me never-ending delight.

But now he was gone the way of all flesh; and although I had expected this blow for many months, I do not think this mitigated my poignant grief.

Yamba, too, was terribly grieved at his death, for she had become most devotedly attached to him and he to her.