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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.