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softly and kindly, while he stood trembling, as I introduced my hand and 

 placed it on his shoulder. Despair now seemed to possess him, and he 

 dropped on to his knees, bowed his head to the ground, and burst into a 

 copious flood of tears, which coursed down his cheeks and wet the 

 floor. My sensibilities were touched ; my sympathies were awakened, and I 

 liberated him from his cage as quickly as I could tear the slats from one 

 of the sides. Whether he appreciated this or not I cannot say, but his 

 great fear seemed to leave him as soon as he was liberated ; he ran but 

 a little way, and not at full speed, when he stopped and began to pick the 

 grass. 



