The only two individuals capable of exercising any influence upon him now were Bryan and his daughter Dora; yet even they could not prevail upon him to take any sustenance.

His face was haggard and pale as death, his eyes red and bloodshot, and his very body, which had always been erect and manly, was now stooped and bent from the very intensity of his affliction.
He had been about the garden during the scene just described, and from the garden he passed round through all the office-houses, into every one of which he entered, looking at them in the stupid bereavement of grief, as if he had only noticed them for the first time.

On going into the cow-house where the animals were at their food, he approached one of them--that which had been his wife's favorite, and which would suffer no hand to milk her but her own--"Oh, Bracky," he said, "little you know who's gone from you--even you miss her already, for you refused for the last three days to let any one of them milk you, when she was not here to do it.

Ah, Bracky, the kind hand and the kind word that you liked so well will never be wid you more--that low sweet song that you loved to listen to, and that made you turn round while she was milkin' you, an' lick her wid your tongue from pure affection--for what was there that had life that didn't love her?
That low, sweet song, Bracky, you will never hear again.

Well, Bracky, for her sake I'm come to tell you, this sorrowful mornin', that while I have life an' the means of keepin' you, from me an' them she loved you will never part." While he spoke the poor animal, feeling from the habit of instinct that the hour of! milking had arrived, turned round and uttered once or twice that affectionate lowing with which she usually called upon the departed to come and relieve her of her fragrant burthen.