[Three children surrounded by bushland a bundle of brushwood at their feet]

Verse 11: Confused and confounded, a moment they stood, With a puzzled bewildered stare, Where? where were the trees and the bushes they knew? They had vanished, they could not tell where! Which , where is the path, Jennie? I canna see, We have wander'd quite out of the track; I fear we have lost it! No, no Johnny, no! A moment and we shall be back.