[Three children - Boy tying up bundle of brush, little boy sitting on ground beside him]

Verse 6: They bind up the broom, self complacent and proud, And Johnny bends down for the pack; Then taking the little one up in her arms, Jennie looks for the home-beaten track. Alas! not a token is there to be seen Of the way they so lately have come, No bush can they see, either withered or green, That points out the way to their home.