Alas, they did not hear, his voice was low,
With chill and hunger, Mother turned to go;
But Betsey-Jane looked sadly back and then
Beheld him upright in his distant pen.
She dropped her Mother’s hand and with a shout
Of “Jocko, Jocko!” ran to get him out;—
Two shame-faced men undid at her commands
His cage and Mother put him in her hands,
She clasped him closely, not a word was said,
And laid her tearful cheek against his head.