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Good cheer!" exulted the Cardinal + + +He darted through the orange orchard searching for slugs for his +breakfast, and between whiles he rocked on the branches and rang +over his message of encouragement to men. The song of the +Cardinal was overflowing with joy, for this was his holiday, his +playtime. The southern world was filled with brilliant sunshine, +gaudy flowers, an abundance of fruit, myriads of insects, and +never a thing to do except to bathe, feast, and be happy. No +wonder his song was a prophecy of good cheer for the future, for +happiness made up the whole of his past. + +The Cardinal was only a yearling, yet his crest flared high, his +beard was crisp and black, and he was a very prodigy in size and +colouring. Fathers of his family that had accomplished many +migrations appeared small beside him, and coats that had been +shed season after season seemed dull compared with his. It was +as if a pulsing heart of flame passed by when he came winging +through the orchard. + +Last season the Cardinal had pipped his shell, away to the north, +in that paradise of the birds, the Limberlost. There thousands +of acres of black marsh-muck stretch under summers' sun and +winters' snows. There are darksome pools of murky water, bits of +swale, and high morass. Giants of the forest reach skyward, or, +coated with velvet slime, lie decaying in sun-flecked pools, +while the underbrush is almost impenetrable. + +The swamp resembles a big dining-table for the birds. Wild +grape-vines clamber to the tops of the highest trees, spreading +umbrella-wise over the branches, and their festooned floating +trailers wave as silken fringe in the play of the wind. The +birds loll in the shade, peel bark, gather dried curlers for nest +material, and feast on the pungent fruit. They chatter in swarms +over the wild-cherry trees, and overload their crops with red +haws, wild plums, papaws, blackberries and mandrake. The alders +around the edge draw flocks in search of berries, and the marsh +grasses and weeds are weighted with seed hunters. The muck is +alive with worms; and the whole swamp ablaze with flowers, whose +colours and perfumes attract myriads of insects and butterflies. + +Wild creepers flaunt their red and gold from the treetops, and +the bumblebees and humming-birds make common cause in rifling the +honey-laden trumpets. The air around the wild-plum and redhaw +trees is vibrant with the beating wings of millions of wild bees, +and the bee-birds feast to gluttony. The fetid odours of the +swamp draw insects in swarms, and fly-catchers tumble and twist +in air in pursuit of them. + +Every hollow tree homes its colony of bats. Snakes sun on the +bushes. The water folk leave trails of shining ripples in their +wake as they cross the lagoons. Turtles waddle clumsily from the +logs. Frogs take graceful leaps from pool to pool. Everything +native to that section of the country-underground, creeping, or +a-wing--can be found in the Limberlost; but above all the birds. + +Dainty green warblers nest in its tree-tops, and red-eyed vireos +choose a location below. It is the home of bell-birds, finches, +and thrushes. There are flocks of blackbirds, grackles, and +crows. Jays and catbirds quarrel constantly, and marsh-wrens +keep up never-ending chatter. Orioles swing their pendent purses +from the branches, and with the tanagers picnic on mulberries and +insects. In the evening, night-hawks dart on silent wing; +whippoorwills set up a plaintive cry that they continue far into +the night; and owls revel in moonlight and rich hunting. At +dawn, robins wake the echoes of each new day with the admonition, +"Cheer up! Cheer up!" and a little later big black vultures go +wheeling through cloudland or hang there, like frozen splashes, +searching the Limberlost and the surrounding country for food. +The boom of the bittern resounds all day, and above it the +rasping scream of the blue heron, as he strikes terror to the +hearts of frogdom; while the occasional cries of a lost loon, +strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with +sounds of wailing. + +Flashing through the tree-tops of the Limberlost there are birds +whose colour is more brilliant than that of the gaudiest flower +lifting its face to light and air. The lilies of the mire are +not so white as the white herons that fish among them. The +ripest spray of goldenrod is not so highly coloured as the +burnished gold on the breast of the oriole that rocks on it. The +jays are bluer than the calamus bed they wrangle above with +throaty chatter. The finches are a finer purple than the +ironwort. For every clump of foxfire flaming in the Limberlost, +there is a cardinal glowing redder on a bush above it. These may +not be more numerous than other birds, but their brilliant +colouring and the fearless disposition make them seem so. + +The Cardinal was hatched in a thicket of sweetbrier and +blackberry. His father was a tough old widower of many +experiences and variable temper. He was the biggest, most +aggressive redbird in the Limberlost, and easily reigned king of +his kind. Catbirds, king-birds, and shrikes gave him a wide +berth, and not even the ever-quarrelsome jays plucked up enough +courage to antagonize him. A few days after his latest +bereavement, he saw a fine, plump young female; and she so filled +his eye that he gave her no rest until she permitted his +caresses, and carried the first twig to the wild rose. She was +very proud to mate with the king of the Limberlost; and if deep +in her heart she felt transient fears of her lordly master, she +gave no sign, for she was a bird of goodly proportion and fine +feather herself. + +She chose her location with the eye of an artist, and the +judgment of a nest builder of more experience. It would be +difficult for snakes and squirrels to penetrate that briery +thicket. The white berry blossoms scarcely had ceased to attract +a swarm of insects before the sweets of the roses recalled them; +by the time they had faded, luscious big berries ripened within +reach and drew food hunters. She built with far more than +ordinary care. It was a beautiful nest, not nearly so carelessly +made as those of her kindred all through the swamp. There was a +distinct attempt at a cup shape, and it really was neatly lined +with dried blades of sweet marsh grass. But it was in the laying +of her first egg that the queen cardinal forever distinguished +herself. She was a fine healthy bird, full of love and happiness +over her first venture in nest-building, and she so far surpassed +herself on that occasion she had difficulty in convincing any one +that she was responsible for the result. + +Indeed, she was compelled to lift beak and wing against her mate +in defense of this egg, for it was so unusually large that he +could not be persuaded short of force that some sneak of the +feathered tribe had not slipped in and deposited it in her +absence. The king felt sure there was something wrong with the +egg, and wanted to roll it from the nest; but the queen knew her +own, and stoutly battled for its protection. She further +increased their prospects by laying three others. After that the +king made up his mind that she was a most remarkable bird, and +went away pleasure-seeking; but the queen settled to brooding, a +picture of joyous faith and contentment. + +Through all the long days, when the heat became intense, and the +king was none too thoughtful of her appetite or comfort, she +nestled those four eggs against her breast and patiently waited. +The big egg was her treasure. She gave it constant care. Many +times in a day she turned it; and always against her breast there +was the individual pressure that distinguished it from the +others. It was the first to hatch, of course, and the queen felt +that she had enough if all the others failed her; for this egg +pipped with a resounding pip, and before the silky down was +really dry on the big terracotta body, the young Cardinal arose +and lustily demanded food. + +The king came to see him and at once acknowledged subjugation. +He was the father of many promising cardinals, yet he never had +seen one like this. He set the Limberlost echoes rolling with +his jubilant rejoicing. He unceasingly hunted for the ripest +berries and seed. He stuffed that baby from morning until night, +and never came with food that he did not find him standing a-top +the others calling for more. The queen was just as proud of him +and quite as foolish in her idolatry, but she kept tally and gave +the remainder every other worm in turn. They were unusually fine +babies, but what chance has merely a fine baby in a family that +possesses a prodigy? The Cardinal was as large as any two of the +other nestlings, and so red the very down on him seemed tinged +with crimson; his skin and even his feet were red. + +He was the first to climb to the edge of the nest and the first +to hop on a limb. He surprised his parents by finding a slug, +and winged his first flight to such a distance that his adoring +mother almost went into spasms lest his strength might fail, and +he would fall into the swamp and become the victim of a hungry +old turtle. He returned safely, however; and the king was so +pleased he hunted him an unusually ripe berry, and perching +before him, gave him his first language lesson. Of course, the +Cardinal knew how to cry "Pee" and "Chee" when he burst his +shell; but the king taught him to chip with accuracy and +expression, and he learned that very day that male birds of the +cardinal family always call "Chip," and the females "Chook." In +fact, he learned so rapidly and was generally so observant, that +before the king thought it wise to give the next lesson, he found +him on a limb, his beak closed, his throat swelling, practising +his own rendering of the tribal calls, "Wheat! Wheat! Wheat!" +"Here! Here! Here!" and "Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!" This so delighted +the king that he whistled them over and over and helped the +youngster all he could. + +He was so proud of him that this same night he gave him his first +lesson in tucking his head properly and going to sleep alone. In +a few more days, when he was sure of his wing strength, he gave +him instructions in flying. He taught him how to spread his +wings and slowly sail from tree to tree; how to fly in short +broken curves, to avoid the aim of a hunter; how to turn abruptly +in air and make a quick dash after a bug or an enemy. He taught +him the proper angle at which to breast a stiff wind, and that he +always should meet a storm head first, so that the water would +run as the plumage lay. + +His first bathing lesson was a pronounced success. The Cardinal +enjoyed water like a duck. He bathed, splashed, and romped until +his mother was almost crazy for fear he would attract a +watersnake or turtle; but the element of fear was not a part of +his disposition. He learned to dry, dress, and plume his +feathers, and showed such remarkable pride in keeping himself +immaculate, that although only a youngster, he was already a bird +of such great promise, that many of the feathered inhabitants of +the Limberlost came to pay him a call. + +Next, the king took him on a long trip around the swamp, and +taught him to select the proper places to hunt for worms; how to +search under leaves for plant-lice and slugs for meat; which +berries were good and safe, and the kind of weeds that bore the +most and best seeds. He showed him how to find tiny pebbles to +grind his food, and how to sharpen and polish his beak. + +Then he took up the real music lessons, and taught him how to +whistle and how to warble and trill. "Good Cheer! Good Cheer!" +intoned the king. "Coo Cher! Coo Cher!" imitated the Cardinal. +These songs were only studied repetitions, but there was a depth +and volume in his voice that gave promise of future greatness, +when age should have developed him, and experience awakened his +emotions. He was an excellent musician for a youngster. + +He soon did so well in caring for himself, in finding food and in +flight, and grew so big and independent, that he made numerous +excursions alone through the Limberlost; and so impressive were +his proportions, and so aggressive his manner, that he suffered +no molestation. In fact, the reign of the king promised to end +speedily; but if he feared it he made no sign, and his pride in +his wonderful offspring was always manifest. After the Cardinal +had explored the swamp thoroughly, a longing for a wider range +grew upon him; and day after day he lingered around the borders, +looking across the wide cultivated fields, almost aching to test +his wings in one long, high, wild stretch of flight. + +A day came when the heat of the late summer set the marsh +steaming, and the Cardinal, flying close to the borders, caught +the breeze from the upland; and the vision of broad fields +stretching toward the north so enticed him that he spread his +wings, and following the line of trees and fences as much as +possible, he made his first journey from home. That day was so +delightful it decided his fortunes. It would seem that the +swamp, so appreciated by his kindred, should have been sufficient +for the Cardinal, but it was not. With every mile he winged his +flight, came a greater sense of power and strength, and a keener +love for the broad sweep of field and forest. His heart bounded +with the zest of rocking on the wind, racing through the +sunshine, and sailing over the endless panorama of waving corn +fields, and woodlands. + +The heat and closeness of the Limberlost seemed a prison well +escaped, as on and on he flew in straight untiring flight. +Crossing a field of half-ripened corn that sloped to the river, +the Cardinal saw many birds feeding there, so he alighted on a +tall tree to watch them. Soon he decided that he would like to +try this new food. He found a place where a crow had left an ear +nicely laid open, and clinging to the husk, as he saw the others +do, he stretched to his full height and drove his strong sharp +beak into the creamy grain. After the stifling swamp hunting, +after the long exciting flight, to rock on this swaying corn and +drink the rich milk of the grain, was to the Cardinal his first +taste of nectar and ambrosia. He lifted his head when he came to +the golden kernel, and chipping it in tiny specks, he tasted and +approved with all the delight of an epicure in a delicious new +dish. + +Perhaps there were other treats in the next field. He decided to +fly even farther. But he had gone only a short distance when he +changed his course and turned to the South, for below him was a +long, shining, creeping thing, fringed with willows, while +towering above them were giant sycamore, maple, tulip, and elm +trees that caught and rocked with the wind; and the Cardinal did +not know what it was. Filled with wonder he dropped lower and +lower. Birds were everywhere, many flying over and dipping into +it; but its clear creeping silver was a mystery to the Cardinal. + +The beautiful river of poetry and song that the Indians first +discovered, and later with the French, named Ouabache; the +winding shining river that Logan and Me-shin-go-me-sia loved; the +only river that could tempt Wa-ca-co-nah from the Salamonie and +Mississinewa; the river beneath whose silver sycamores and giant +maples Chief Godfrey pitched his campfires, was never more +beautiful than on that perfect autumn day. + +With his feathers pressed closely, the Cardinal alighted on a +willow, and leaned to look, quivering with excitement and +uttering explosive "chips"; for there he was, face to face with a +big redbird that appeared neither peaceful nor timid. He uttered +an impudent "Chip" of challenge, which, as it left his beak, was +flung back to him. The Cardinal flared his crest and half lifted +his wings, stiffening them at the butt; the bird he was facing +did the same. In his surprise he arose to his full height with a +dexterous little side step, and the other bird straightened and +side-stepped exactly with him. This was too insulting for the +Cardinal. Straining every muscle, he made a dash at the impudent +stranger. + +He struck the water with such force that it splashed above the +willows, and a kingfisher, stationed on a stump opposite him, +watching the shoals for minnows, saw it. He spread his beak and +rolled forth rattling laughter, until his voice reechoed from +point to point down the river. The Cardinal scarcely knew how he +got out, but he had learned a new lesson. That beautiful, +shining, creeping thing was water; not thick, tepid, black marsh +water, but pure, cool, silver water. He shook his plumage, +feeling a degree redder from shame, but he would not be laughed +into leaving. He found it too delightful. In a short time he +ventured down and took a sip, and it was the first real drink of +his life. Oh, but it was good! + +When thirst from the heat and his long flight was quenched, he +ventured in for a bath, and that was a new and delightful +experience. How he splashed and splashed, and sent the silver +drops flying! How he ducked and soaked and cooled in that +rippling water, in which he might remain as long as he pleased +and splash his fill; for he could see the bottom for a long +distance all around, and easily could avoid anything attempting +to harm him. He was so wet when his bath was finished he +scarcely could reach a bush to dry and dress his plumage. + +Once again in perfect feather, he remembered the bird of the +water, and returned to the willow. There in the depths of the +shining river the Cardinal discovered himself, and his heart +swelled big with just pride. Was that broad full breast his? +Where had he seen any other cardinal with a crest so high it +waved in the wind? How big and black his eyes were, and his +beard was almost as long and crisp as his father's. He spread +his wings and gloated on their sweep, and twisted and flirted his +tail. He went over his toilet again and dressed every feather on +him. He scoured the back of his neck with the butt of his wings, +and tucking his head under them, slowly drew it out time after +time to polish his crest. He turned and twisted. He rocked and +paraded, and every glimpse he caught of his size and beauty +filled him with pride. He strutted like a peacock and chattered +like a jay. + +When he could find no further points to admire, something else +caught his attention. When he "chipped" there was an answering +"Chip" across the river; certainly there was no cardinal there, +so it must be that he was hearing his own voice as well as seeing +himself. Selecting a conspicuous perch he sent an incisive +"Chip!" across the water, and in kind it came back to him. Then +he "chipped" softly and tenderly, as he did in the Limberlost to +a favourite little sister who often came and perched beside him +in the maple where he slept, and softly and tenderly came the +answer. Then the Cardinal understood. "Wheat! Wheat! Wheat!" +He whistled it high, and he whistled it low. "Cheer! Cheer! +Cheer!" He whistled it tenderly and sharply and imperiously. +"Here! Here! Here!" At this ringing command, every bird, as far +as the river carried his voice, came to investigate and remained +to admire. Over and over he rang every change he could invent. +He made a gallant effort at warbling and trilling, and then, with +the gladdest heart he ever had known, he burst into ringing song: +"Good Cheer! Good Cheer! Good Cheer!" + +As evening came on he grew restless and uneasy, so he slowly +winged his way back to the Limberlost; but that day forever +spoiled him for a swamp bird. In the night he restlessly ruffled +his feathers, and sniffed for the breeze of the meadows. He +tasted the corn and the clear water again. He admired his image +in the river, and longed for the sound of his voice, until he +began murmuring, "Wheat! Wheat! Wheat!" in his sleep. In the +earliest dawn a robin awoke him singing, "Cheer up! Cheer up!" +and he answered with a sleepy "Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!" Later the +robin sang again with exquisite softness and tenderness: "Cheer +up, Dearie! Cheer up, Dearie! Cheer up! Cheer up! Cheer!" The +Cardinal, now fully awakened, shouted lustily, "Good Cheer! Good +Cheer!" and after that it was only a short time until he was on +his way toward the shining river. It was better than before, and +every following day found him feasting in the corn field and +bathing in the shining water; but he always returned to his +family at nightfall. + +When black frosts began to strip the Limberlost, and food was +almost reduced to dry seed, there came a day on which the king +marshalled his followers and gave the magic signal. With dusk he +led them southward, mile after mile, until their breath fell +short, and their wings ached with unaccustomed flight; but +because of the trips to the river, the Cardinal was stronger than +the others, and he easily kept abreast of the king. In the early +morning, even before the robins were awake, the king settled in +the Everglades. But the Cardinal had lost all liking for swamp +life, so he stubbornly set out alone, and in a short time he had +found another river. It was not quite so delightful as the +shining river; but still it was beautiful, and on its gently +sloping bank was an orange orchard. There the Cardinal rested, +and found a winter home after his heart's desire. + +The following morning, a golden-haired little girl and an old man +with snowy locks came hand in hand through the orchard. The +child saw the redbird and immediately claimed him, and that same +day the edict went forth that a very dreadful time was in store +for any one who harmed or even frightened the Cardinal. So in +security began a series of days that were pure delight. The +orchard was alive with insects, attracted by the heavy odours, +and slugs infested the bark. Feasting was almost as good as in +the Limberlost, and always there was the river to drink from and +to splash in at will. + +In those days the child and the old man lingered for hours in the +orchard, watching the bird that every day seemed to grow bigger +and brighter. What a picture his coat, now a bright cardinal +red, made against the waxy green leaves! How big and brilliant +he seemed as he raced and darted in play among the creamy +blossoms! How the little girl stood with clasped hands +worshipping him, as with swelling throat he rocked on the highest +spray and sang his inspiring chorus over and over: "Good Cheer! +Good Cheer!" Every day they came to watch and listen. They +scattered crumbs; and the Cardinal grew so friendly that he +greeted their coming with a quick "Chip! Chip!" while the +delighted child tried to repeat it after him. Soon they became +such friends that when he saw them approaching he would call +softly "Chip! Chip!" and then with beady eyes and tilted head +await her reply. + +Sometimes a member of his family from the Everglades found his +way into the orchard, and the Cardinal, having grown to feel a +sense of proprietorship, resented the intrusion and pursued him +like a streak of flame. Whenever any straggler had this +experience, he returned to the swamp realizing that the Cardinal +of the orange orchard was almost twice his size and strength, and +so startlingly red as to be a wonder. + +One day a gentle breeze from the north sprang up and stirred the +orange branches, wafting the heavy perfume across the land and +out to sea, and spread in its stead a cool, delicate, pungent +odour. The Cardinal lifted his head and whistled an inquiring +note. He was not certain, and went on searching for slugs, and +predicting happiness in full round notes: "Good Cheer! Good +Cheer!" Again the odour swept the orchard, so strong that this +time there was no mistaking it. The Cardinal darted to the +topmost branch, his crest flaring, his tail twitching nervously. +"Chip! Chip!" he cried with excited insistence, "Chip! Chip!" + +The breeze was coming stiffly and steadily now, unlike anything +the Cardinal ever had known, for its cool breath told of +ice-bound fields breaking up under the sun. Its damp touch was +from the spring showers washing the face of the northland. Its +subtle odour was the commingling of myriads of unfolding leaves +and crisp plants, upspringing; its pungent perfume was the pollen +of catkins. + +Up in the land of the Limberlost, old Mother Nature, with +strident muttering, had set about her annual house cleaning. +With her efficient broom, the March wind, she was sweeping every +nook and cranny clean. With her scrub-bucket overflowing with +April showers, she was washing the face of all creation, and if +these measures failed to produce cleanliness to her satisfaction, +she gave a final polish with storms of hail. The shining river +was filled to overflowing; breaking up the ice and carrying a +load of refuse, it went rolling to the sea. The ice and snow had +not altogether gone; but the long-pregnant earth was mothering +her children. She cringed at every step, for the ground was +teeming with life. Bug and worm were working to light and +warmth. Thrusting aside the mold and leaves above them, spring +beauties, hepaticas, and violets lifted tender golden-green +heads. The sap was flowing, and leafless trees were covered with +swelling buds. Delicate mosses were creeping over every stick of +decaying timber. The lichens on stone and fence were freshly +painted in unending shades of gray and green. Myriads of flowers +and vines were springing up to cover last year's decaying leaves. + +"The beautiful uncut hair of graves" was creeping over meadow, +spreading beside roadways, and blanketing every naked spot. + +The Limberlost was waking to life even ahead of the fields and +the river. Through the winter it had been the barest and +dreariest of places; but now the earliest signs of returning +spring were in its martial music, for when the green hyla pipes, +and the bullfrog drums, the bird voices soon join them. The +catkins bloomed first; and then, in an incredibly short time, +flags, rushes, and vines were like a sea of waving green, and +swelling buds were ready to burst. In the upland the smoke was +curling over sugar-camp and clearing; in the forests animals were +rousing from their long sleep; the shad were starting anew their +never-ending journey up the shining river; peeps of green were +mantling hilltop and valley; and the northland was ready for its +dearest springtime treasures to come home again. + +From overhead were ringing those first glad notes, caught nearer +the Throne than those of any other bird, "Spring o' year! Spring +o' year!"; while stilt-legged little killdeers were scudding +around the Limberlost and beside the river, flinging from +cloudland their "Kill deer! Kill deer!" call. The robins in the +orchards were pulling the long dried blades of last year's grass +from beneath the snow to line their mud-walled cups; and the +bluebirds were at the hollow apple tree. Flat on the top rail, +the doves were gathering their few coarse sticks and twigs +together. It was such a splendid place to set their cradle. The +weatherbeaten, rotting old rails were the very colour of the busy +dove mother. Her red-rimmed eye fitted into the background like +a tiny scarlet lichen cup. Surely no one would ever see her! +The Limberlost and shining river, the fields and forests, the +wayside bushes and fences, the stumps, logs, hollow trees, even +the bare brown breast of Mother Earth, were all waiting to cradle +their own again; and by one of the untold miracles each would +return to its place. + +There was intoxication in the air. The subtle, pungent, +ravishing odours on the wind, of unfolding leaves, ice-water +washed plants, and catkin pollen, were an elixir to humanity. +The cattle of the field were fairly drunk with it, and herds, +dry-fed during the winter, were coming to their first grazing +with heads thrown high, romping, bellowing, and racing like wild +things. + +The north wind, sweeping from icy fastnesses, caught this odour +of spring, and carried it to the orange orchards and Everglades; +and at a breath of it, crazed with excitement, the Cardinal went +flaming through the orchard, for with no one to teach him, he +knew what it meant. The call had come. Holidays were over. + +It was time to go home, time to riot in crisp freshness, time to +go courting, time to make love, time to possess his own, time for +mating and nest-building. All that day he flashed around, +nervous with dread of the unknown, and palpitant with delightful +expectation; but with the coming of dusk he began his journey +northward. + +When he passed the Everglades, he winged his way slowly, and +repeatedly sent down a challenging "Chip," but there was no +answer. Then the Cardinal knew that the north wind had carried a +true message, for the king and his followers were ahead of him on +their way to the Limberlost. Mile after mile, a thing of pulsing +fire, he breasted the blue-black night, and it was not so very +long until he could discern a flickering patch of darkness +sweeping the sky before him. The Cardinal flew steadily in a +straight sweep, until with a throb of triumph in his heart, he +arose in his course, and from far overhead, flung down a boastful +challenge to the king and his followers, as he sailed above them +and was lost from sight. + +It was still dusky with the darkness of night when he crossed the +Limberlost, dropping low enough to see its branches laid bare, to +catch a gleam of green in its swelling buds, and to hear the +wavering chorus of its frogs. But there was no hesitation in his +flight. Straight and sure he winged his way toward the shining +river; and it was only a few more miles until the rolling waters +of its springtime flood caught his eye. Dropping precipitately, +he plunged his burning beak into the loved water; then he flew +into a fine old stag sumac and tucked his head under his wing for +a short rest. He had made the long flight in one unbroken sweep, +and he was sleepy. In utter content he ruffled his feathers and +closed his eyes, for he was beside the shining river; and it +would be another season before the orange orchard would ring +again with his "Good Cheer! Good Cheer!" + + + +Chapter 2 + +"Wet year! Wet year!" prophesied the Cardinal + + +The sumac seemed to fill his idea of a perfect location from the +very first. He perched on a limb, and between dressing his +plumage and pecking at last year's sour dried berries, he sent +abroad his prediction. Old Mother Nature verified his wisdom by +sending a dashing shower, but he cared not at all for a wetting. +He knew how to turn his crimson suit into the most perfect of +water-proof coats; so he flattened his crest, sleeked his +feathers, and breasting the April downpour, kept on calling for +rain. He knew he would appear brighter when it was past, and he +seemed to know, too, that every day of sunshine and shower would +bring nearer his heart's desire. + +He was a very Beau Brummel while he waited. From morning until +night he bathed, dressed his feathers, sunned himself, fluffed +and flirted. He strutted and "chipped" incessantly. He claimed +that sumac for his very own, and stoutly battled for possession +with many intruders. It grew on a densely wooded slope, and the +shining river went singing between grassy banks, whitened with +spring beauties, below it. Crowded around it were thickets of +papaw, wild grape-vines, thorn, dogwood, and red haw, that +attracted bug and insect; and just across the old snake fence was +a field of mellow mould sloping to the river, that soon would be +plowed for corn, turning out numberless big fat grubs. + +He was compelled almost hourly to wage battles for his location, +for there was something fine about the old stag sumac that +attracted homestead seekers. A sober pair of robins began laying +their foundations there the morning the Cardinal arrived, and a +couple of blackbirds tried to take possession before the day had +passed. He had little trouble with the robins. They were easily +conquered, and with small protest settled a rod up the bank in a +wild-plum tree; but the air was thick with "chips," chatter, and +red and black feathers, before the blackbirds acknowledged +defeat. They were old-timers, and knew about the grubs and the +young corn; but they also knew when they were beaten, so they +moved down stream to a scrub oak, trying to assure each other +that it was the place they really had wanted from the first. + +The Cardinal was left boasting and strutting in the sumac, but in +his heart he found it lonesome business. Being the son of a +king, he was much too dignified to beg for a mate, and besides, +it took all his time to guard the sumac; but his eyes were wide +open to all that went on around him, and he envied the blackbird +his glossy, devoted little sweetheart, with all his might. He +almost strained his voice trying to rival the love-song of a +skylark that hung among the clouds above a meadow across the +river, and poured down to his mate a story of adoring love and +sympathy. He screamed a "Chip" of such savage jealousy at a pair +of killdeer lovers that he sent them scampering down the river +bank without knowing that the crime of which they stood convicted +was that of being mated when he was not. As for the doves that +were already brooding on the line fence beneath the maples, the +Cardinal was torn between two opinions. + +He was alone, he was love-sick, and he was holding the finest +building location beside the shining river for his mate, and her +slowness in coming made their devotion difficult to endure when +he coveted a true love; but it seemed to the Cardinal that he +never could so forget himself as to emulate the example of that +dove lover. The dove had no dignity; he was so effusive he was a +nuisance. He kept his dignified Quaker mate stuffed to +discomfort; he clung to the side of the nest trying to help brood +until he almost crowded her from the eggs. He pestered her with +caresses and cooed over his love-song until every chipmunk on the +line fence was familiar with his story. The Cardinal's temper +was worn to such a fine edge that he darted at the dove one day +and pulled a big tuft of feathers from his back. When he had +returned to the sumac, he was compelled to admit that his anger +lay quite as much in that he had no one to love as because the +dove was disgustingly devoted. + +Every morning brought new arrivals--trim young females fresh from +their long holiday, and big boastful males appearing their +brightest and bravest, each singer almost splitting his throat in +the effort to captivate the mate he coveted. They came flashing +down the river bank, like rockets of scarlet, gold, blue, and +black; rocking on the willows, splashing in the water, bursting +into jets of melody, making every possible display of their +beauty and music; and at times fighting fiercely when they +discovered that the females they were wooing favoured their +rivals and desired only to be friendly with them. + +The heart of the Cardinal sank as he watched. There was not a +member of his immediate family among them. He pitied himself as +he wondered if fate had in store for him the trials he saw others +suffering. Those dreadful feathered females! How they coquetted! +How they flirted! How they sleeked and flattened their plumage, +and with half-open beaks and sparkling eyes, hopped closer and +closer as if charmed. The eager singers, with swelling throats, +sang and sang in a very frenzy of extravagant pleading, but just +when they felt sure their little loves were on the point of +surrender, a rod distant above the bushes would go streaks of +feathers, and there was nothing left but to endure the bitter +disappointment, follow them, and begin all over. For the last +three days the Cardinal had been watching his cousin, +rose-breasted Grosbeak, make violent love to the most exquisite +little female, who apparently encouraged his advances, only to +see him left sitting as blue and disconsolate as any human lover, +when he discovers that the maid who has coquetted with him for a +season belongs to another man. + +The Cardinal flew to the very top of the highest sycamore and +looked across country toward the Limberlost. Should he go there +seeking a swamp mate among his kindred? It was not an endurable +thought. To be sure, matters were becoming serious. No bird +beside the shining river had plumed, paraded, or made more music +than he. Was it all to be wasted? By this time he confidently +had expected results. Only that morning he had swelled with +pride as he heard Mrs. Jay tell her quarrelsome husband that she +wished she could exchange him for the Cardinal. Did not the +gentle dove pause by the sumac, when she left brooding to take +her morning dip in the dust, and gaze at him with unconcealed +admiration? No doubt she devoutly wished her plain pudgy husband +wore a scarlet coat. But it is praise from one's own sex that is +praise indeed, and only an hour ago the lark had reported that +from his lookout above cloud he saw no other singer anywhere so +splendid as the Cardinal of the sumac. Because of these things +he held fast to his conviction that he was a prince indeed; and +he decided to remain in his chosen location and with his physical +and vocal attractions compel the finest little cardinal in the +fields to seek him. + +He planned it all very carefully: how she would hear his splendid +music and come to take a peep at him; how she would be captivated +by his size and beauty; how she would come timidly, but come, of +course, for his approval; how he would condescend to accept her +if she pleased him in all particulars; how she would be devoted +to him; and how she would approve his choice of a home, for the +sumac was in a lovely spot for scenery, as well as nest-building. + +For several days he had boasted, he had bantered, he had +challenged, he had on this last day almost condescended to +coaxing, but not one little bright-eyed cardinal female had come +to offer herself. + +The performance of a brown thrush drove him wild with envy. The +thrush came gliding up the river bank, a rusty-coated, sneaking +thing of the underbrush, and taking possession of a thorn bush +just opposite the sumac, he sang for an hour in the open. There +was no way to improve that music. It was woven fresh from the +warp and woof of his fancy. It was a song so filled with the joy +and gladness of spring, notes so thrilled with love's pleading +and passion's tender pulsing pain, that at its close there were a +half-dozen admiring thrush females gathered around. With care +and deliberation the brown thrush selected the most attractive, +and she followed him to the thicket as if charmed. + +It was the Cardinal's dream materialized for another before his +very eyes, and it filled him with envy. If that plain brown bird +that slinked as if he had a theft to account for, could, by +showing himself and singing for an hour, win a mate, why should +not he, the most gorgeous bird of the woods, openly flaunting his +charms and discoursing his music, have at least equal success? +Should he, the proudest, most magnificent of cardinals, be +compelled to go seeking a mate like any common bird? Perish the +thought! + +He went to the river to bathe. After finding a spot where the +water flowed crystal-clear over a bed of white limestone, he +washed until he felt that he could be no cleaner. Then the +Cardinal went to his favourite sun-parlour, and stretching on a +limb, he stood his feathers on end, and sunned, fluffed and +prinked until he was immaculate. + +On the tip-top antler of the old stag sumac, he perched and +strained until his jetty whiskers appeared stubby. He poured out +a tumultuous cry vibrant with every passion raging in him. He +caught up his own rolling echoes and changed and varied them. He +improvised, and set the shining river ringing, "Wet year! Wet +year!" + +He whistled and whistled until all birdland and even mankind +heard, for the farmer paused at his kitchen door, with his pails +of foaming milk, and called to his wife: + +"Hear that, Maria! Jest hear it! I swanny, if that bird doesn't +stop predictin' wet weather, I'll get so scared I won't durst put +in my corn afore June. They's some birds like killdeers an' +bobwhites 'at can make things pretty plain, but I never heard a +bird 'at could jest speak words out clear an' distinct like that +fellow. Seems to come from the river bottom. B'lieve I'll jest +step down that way an' see if the lower field is ready for the +plow yet." + +"Abram Johnson," said his wife, "bein's you set up for an honest +man, if you want to trapse through slush an' drizzle a half-mile +to see a bird, why say so, but don't for land's sake lay it on to +plowin' 'at you know in all conscience won't be ready for a week +yet 'thout pretendin' to look." + +Abram grinned sheepishly. "I'm willin' to call it the bird if +you are, Maria. I've been hearin' him from the barn all day, an' +there's somethin' kind o' human in his notes 'at takes me jest a +little diffrunt from any other bird I ever noticed. I'm really +curious to set eyes on him. Seemed to me from his singin' out to +the barn, it 'ud be mighty near like meetin' folks." + +"Bosh!" exclaimed Maria. "I don't s'pose he sings a mite better +'an any other bird. It's jest the old Wabash rollin' up the +echoes. A bird singin' beside the river always sounds twicet as +fine as one on the hills. I've knowed that for forty year. +Chances are 'at he'll be gone 'fore you get there." + +As Abram opened the door, "Wet year! Wet year!" pealed the +flaming prophet. + +He went out, closing the door softly, and with an utter disregard +for the corn field, made a bee line for the musician. + +"I don't know as this is the best for twinges o' rheumatiz," he +muttered, as he turned up his collar and drew his old hat lower +to keep the splashing drops from his face. "I don't jest rightly +s'pose I should go; but I'm free to admit I'd as lief be dead as +not to answer when I get a call, an' the fact is, I'm CALLED down +beside the river." + +"Wet year! Wet year!" rolled the Cardinal's prediction. + +"Thanky, old fellow! Glad to hear you! Didn't jest need the +information, but I got my bearin's rightly from it! I can about +pick out your bush, an' it's well along towards evenin', too, an' +must be mighty near your bedtime. Looks as if you might be +stayin' round these parts! I'd like it powerful well if you'd +settle right here, say 'bout where you are. An' where are you, +anyway?" + +Abram went peering and dodging beside the fence, peeping into the +bushes, searching for the bird. Suddenly there was a whir of +wings and a streak of crimson. + +"Scared you into the next county, I s'pose," he muttered. + +But it came nearer being a scared man than a frightened bird, for +the Cardinal flashed straight toward him until only a few yards +away, and then, swaying on a bush, it chipped, cheered, peeked, +whistled broken notes, and manifested perfect delight at the +sight of the white-haired old man. Abram stared in astonishment. + +"Lord A'mighty!" he gasped. "Big as a blackbird, red as a live +coal, an' a-comin' right at me. You are somebody's pet, that's +what you are! An' no, you ain't either. Settin' on a sawed +stick in a little wire house takes all the ginger out of any +bird, an' their feathers are always mussy. Inside o' a cage +never saw you, for they ain't a feather out o' place on you. You +are finer'n a piece o' red satin. An' you got that way o' +swingin' an' dancin' an' high-steppin' right out in God +A'mighty's big woods, a teeterin' in the wind, an' a dartin' +'crost the water. Cage never touched you! But you are somebody's +pet jest the same. An' I look like the man, an' you are tryin' +to tell me so, by gum!" + +Leaning toward Abram, the Cardinal turned his head from side to +side, and peered, "chipped," and waited for an answering "Chip" +from a little golden-haired child, but there was no way for the +man to know that. + +"It's jest as sure as fate," he said. "You think you know me, +an' you are tryin' to tell me somethin'. Wish to land I knowed +what you want! Are you tryin' to tell me `Howdy'? Well, I don't +'low nobody to be politer 'an I am, so far as I know." + +Abram lifted his old hat, and the raindrops glistened on his +white hair. He squared his shoulders and stood very erect. + +"Howdy, Mr. Redbird! How d'ye find yerself this evenin'? I +don't jest riccolict ever seein' you before, but I'll never meet +you agin 'thout knowin' you. When d'you arrive? Come through by +the special midnight flyer, did you? Well, you never was more +welcome any place in your life. I'd give a right smart sum this +minnit if you'd say you came to settle on this river bank. How +do you like it? To my mind it's jest as near Paradise as you'll +strike on earth. + +"Old Wabash is a twister for curvin' and windin' round, an' it's +limestone bed half the way, an' the water's as pretty an' clear +as in Maria's springhouse. An' as for trimmin', why say, Mr. +Redbird, I'll jest leave it to you if she ain't all trimmed up +like a woman's spring bunnit. Look at the grass a-creepin' right +down till it's a trailin' in the water! Did you ever see jest +quite such fine fringy willers? An' you wait a little, an' the +flowerin' mallows 'at grows long the shinin' old river are fine +as garden hollyhocks. Maria says 'at thy'd be purtier 'an hers +if they were only double; but, Lord, Mr. Redbird, they are! See +'em once on the bank, an' agin in the water! An' back a little +an' there's jest thickets of papaw, an' thorns, an' wild +grape-vines, an' crab, an' red an' black haw, an' dogwood, an' +sumac, an' spicebush, an' trees! Lord! Mr. Redbird, the +sycamores, an' maples, an' tulip, an' ash, an' elm trees are so +bustin' fine 'long the old Wabash they put 'em into poetry books +an' sing songs about 'em. What do you think o' that? Jest back +o' you a little there's a sycamore split into five trunks, any +one o' them a famous big tree, tops up 'mong the clouds, an' +roots diggin' under the old river; an' over a little farther's a +maple 'at's eight big trees in one. Most anything you can name, +you can find it 'long this ole Wabash, if you only know where to +hunt for it. + +"They's mighty few white men takes the trouble to look, but the +Indians used to know. They'd come canoein' an' fishin' down the +river an' camp under these very trees, an' Ma 'ud git so mad at +the old squaws. Settlers wasn't so thick then, an' you had to be +mighty careful not to rile 'em, an' they'd come a-trapesin' with +their wild berries. Woods full o' berries! Anybody could get +'em by the bushel for the pickin', an' we hadn't got on to +raisin' much wheat, an' had to carry it on horses over into Ohio +to get it milled. Took Pa five days to make the trip; an' then +the blame old squaws 'ud come, an' Ma 'ud be compelled to hand +over to 'em her big white loaves. Jest about set her plumb +crazy. Used to get up in the night, an' fix her yeast, an' bake, +an' let the oven cool, an' hide the bread out in the wheat bin, +an' get the smell of it all out o' the house by good daylight, +so's 'at she could say there wasn't a loaf in the cabin. Oh! if +it's good pickin' you're after, they's berries for all creation +'long the river yet; an' jest wait a few days till old April gets +done showerin' an' I plow this corn field!" + +Abram set a foot on the third rail and leaned his elbows on the +top. The Cardinal chipped delightedly and hopped and tilted +closer. + +"I hadn't jest 'lowed all winter I'd tackle this field again. +I've turned it every spring for forty year. Bought it when I was +a young fellow, jest married to Maria. Shouldered a big debt on +it; but I always loved these slopin' fields, an' my share of this +old Wabash hasn't been for sale nor tradin' any time this past +forty year. I've hung on to it like grim death, for it's jest +that much o' Paradise I'm plumb sure of. First time I plowed +this field, Mr. Redbird, I only hit the high places. Jest +married Maria, an' I didn't touch earth any too frequent all that +summer. I've plowed it every year since, an' I've been 'lowin' +all this winter, when the rheumatiz was gettin' in its work, 'at +I'd give it up this spring an' turn it to medder; but I don't +know. Once I got started, b'lieve I could go it all right an' +not feel it so much, if you'd stay to cheer me up a little an' +post me on the weather. Hate the doggondest to own I'm worsted, +an' if you say it's stay, b'lieve I'll try it. Very sight o' you +kinder warms the cockles o' my heart all up, an' every skip you +take sets me a-wantin' to be jumpin', too. + +"What on earth are you lookin' for? Man! I b'lieve it's grub! +Somebody's been feedin' you! An' you want me to keep it up? +Well, you struck it all right, Mr. Redbird. Feed you? You bet I +will! You needn't even 'rastle for grubs if you don't want to. +Like as not you're feelin' hungry right now, pickin' bein' so +slim these airly days. Land's sake! I hope you don't feel +you've come too soon. I'll fetch you everything on the place +it's likely a redbird ever teched, airly in the mornin' if you'll +say you'll stay an' wave your torch 'long my river bank this +summer. I haven't a scrap about me now. Yes, I have, too! +Here's a handful o' corn I was takin' to the banty rooster; but +shucks! he's fat as a young shoat now. Corn's a leetle big an' +hard for you. Mebby I can split it up a mite." + +Abram took out his jack-knife, and dotting a row of grains along +the top rail, he split and shaved them down as fine as possible; +and as he reached one end of the rail, the Cardinal, with a +spasmodic "Chip!" dashed down and snatched a particle from the +other, and flashed back to the bush, tested, approved, and +chipped his thanks. + +"Pshaw now!" said Abram, staring wide-eyed. "Doesn't that beat +you? So you really are a pet? Best kind of a pet in the whole +world, too! Makin' everybody, at sees you happy, an' havin' some +chance to be happy yourself. An' I look like your friend? Well! + + +Well! I'm monstrous willin' to adopt you if you'll take me; an', +as for feedin', from to-morrow on I'll find time to set your +little table 'long this same rail every day. I s'pose Maria 'ull +say 'at I'm gone plumb crazy; but, for that matter, if I ever get +her down to see you jest once, the trick's done with her, too, +for you're the prettiest thing God ever made in the shape of a +bird, 'at I ever saw. Look at that topknot a wavin' in the wind! + + +Maybe praise to the face is open disgrace; but I'll take your +share an' mine, too, an' tell you right here an' now 'at you're +the blamedest prettiest thing 'at I ever saw. + +"But Lord! You ortn't be so careless! Don't you know you ain't +nothin' but jest a target? Why don't you keep out o' sight a +little? You come a-shinneyin' up to nine out o' ten men 'long +the river like this, an' your purty, coaxin', palaverin' way +won't save a feather on you. You'll get the little red heart +shot plumb outen your little red body, an' that's what you'll +get. It's a dratted shame! An' there's law to protect you, too. +They's a good big fine for killin' such as you, but nobody seems +to push it. Every fool wants to test his aim, an' you're the +brightest thing on the river bank for a mark. + +"Well, if you'll stay right where you are, it 'ull be a sorry day +for any cuss 'at teches you; 'at I'll promise you, Mr. Redbird. +This land's mine, an' if you locate on it, you're mine till time +to go back to that other old fellow 'at looks like me. Wonder if +he's any willinger to feed you an' stand up for you 'an I am?" + +"Here! Here! Here!" whistled the Cardinal. + +"Well, I'm mighty glad if you're sayin' you'll stay! Guess it +will be all right if you don't meet some o' them Limberlost hens +an' tole off to the swamp. Lord! the Limberlost ain't to be +compared with the river, Mr. Redbird. You're foolish if you go! +Talkin' 'bout goin', I must be goin' myself, or Maria will be +comin' down the line fence with the lantern; an', come to think +of it, I'm a little moist, not to say downright damp. But then +you WARNED me, didn't you, old fellow? Well, I told Maria seein' +you 'ud be like meetin' folks, an' it has been. Good deal more'n +I counted on, an' I've talked more'n I have in a whole year. +Hardly think now 'at I've the reputation o' being a mighty quiet +fellow, would you?" + +Abram straightened and touched his hat brim in a trim half +military salute. "Well, good-bye, Mr. Redbird. Never had more +pleasure meetin' anybody in my life 'cept first time I met Maria. +You think about the plowin', an', if you say `stay,' it's a go! +Good-bye; an' do be a little more careful o' yourself. See you +in the mornin', right after breakfast, no count taken o' the +weather." + +"Wet year! Wet year!" called the Cardinal after his retreating +figure. + +Abram turned and gravely saluted the second time. The Cardinal +went to the top rail and feasted on the sweet grains of corn +until his craw was full, and then nestled in the sumac and went +to sleep. Early next morning he was abroad and in fine toilet, +and with a full voice from the top of the sumac greeted the +day--"Wet year! Wet year!" + +Far down the river echoed his voice until it so closely resembled +some member of his family replying that he followed, searching +the banks mile after mile on either side, until finally he heard +voices of his kind. He located them, but it was only several +staid old couples, a long time mated, and busy with their +nest-building. The Cardinal returned to the sumac, feeling a +degree lonelier than ever. + +He decided to prospect in the opposite direction, and taking +wing, he started up the river. Following the channel, he winged +his flight for miles over the cool sparkling water, between the +tangle of foliage bordering the banks. When he came to the long +cumbrous structures of wood with which men had bridged the river, +where the shuffling feet of tired farm horses raised clouds of +dust and set the echoes rolling with their thunderous hoof beats, +he was afraid; and rising high, he sailed over them in short +broken curves of flight. But where giant maple and ash, leaning, +locked branches across the channel in one of old Mother Nature's +bridges for the squirrels, he knew no fear, and dipped so low +beneath them that his image trailed a wavering shadow on the +silver path he followed. + +He rounded curve after curve, and frequently stopping on a +conspicuous perch, flung a ringing challenge in the face of the +morning. With every mile the way he followed grew more +beautiful. The river bed was limestone, and the swiftly flowing +water, clear and limpid. The banks were precipitate in some +places, gently sloping in others, and always crowded with a +tangle of foliage. + +At an abrupt curve in the river he mounted to the summit of a big +ash and made boastful prophecy, "Wet year! Wet year!" and on all +sides there sprang up the voices of his kind. Startled, the +Cardinal took wing. He followed the river in a circling flight +until he remembered that here might be the opportunity to win the +coveted river mate, and going slower to select the highest branch +on which to display his charms, he discovered that he was only a +few yards from the ash from which he had made his prediction. +The Cardinal flew over the narrow neck and sent another call, +then without awaiting a reply, again he flashed up the river and +circled Horseshoe Bend. When he came to the same ash for the +third time, he understood. + +The river circled in one great curve. The Cardinal mounted to +the tip-top limb of the ash and looked around him. There was +never a fairer sight for the eye of man or bird. The mist and +shimmer of early spring were in the air. The Wabash rounded +Horseshoe Bend in a silver circle, rimmed by a tangle of foliage +bordering both its banks; and inside lay a low open space covered +with waving marsh grass and the blue bloom of sweet calamus. +Scattered around were mighty trees, but conspicuous above any, in +the very center, was a giant sycamore, split at its base into +three large trees, whose waving branches seemed to sweep the face +of heaven, and whose roots, like miserly fingers, clutched deep +into the black muck of Rainbow Bottom. + +It was in this lovely spot that the rainbow at last materialized, +and at its base, free to all humanity who cared to seek, the +Great Alchemist had left His rarest treasures--the gold of +sunshine, diamond water-drops, emerald foliage, and sapphire sky. + +For good measure, there were added seeds, berries, and insects +for the birds; and wild flowers, fruit, and nuts for the +children. Above all, the sycamore waved its majestic head. + +It made a throne that seemed suitable for the son of the king; +and mounting to its topmost branch, for miles the river carried +his challenge: "Ho, cardinals! Look this way! Behold me! Have you +seen any other of so great size? Have you any to equal my grace? +Who can whistle so loud, so clear, so compelling a note? Who will +fly to me for protection? Who will come and be my mate?" + +He flared his crest high, swelled his throat with rolling notes, +and appeared so big and brilliant that among the many cardinals +that had gathered to hear, there was not one to compare with him. + +Black envy filled their hearts. Who was this flaming dashing +stranger, flaunting himself in the faces of their females? There +were many unmated cardinals in Rainbow Bottom, and many jealous +males. A second time the Cardinal, rocking and flashing, +proclaimed himself; and there was a note of feminine approval so +strong that he caught it. Tilting on a twig, his crest flared to +full height, his throat swelled to bursting, his heart too big +for his body, the Cardinal shouted his challenge for the third +time; when clear and sharp arose a cry in answer, "Here! Here! +Here!" It came from a female that had accepted the caresses of +the brightest cardinal in Rainbow Bottom only the day before, and +had spent the morning carrying twigs to a thicket of red haws. + +The Cardinal, with a royal flourish, sprang in air to seek her; +but her outraged mate was ahead of him, and with a scream she +fled, leaving a tuft of feathers in her mate's beak. In turn the +Cardinal struck him like a flashing rocket, and then red war +waged in Rainbow Bottom. The females scattered for cover with +all their might. The Cardinal worked in a kiss on one poor +little bird, too frightened to escape him; then the males closed +in, and serious business began. The Cardinal would have enjoyed +a fight vastly with two or three opponents; but a half-dozen made +discretion better than valour. He darted among them, scattering +them right and left, and made for the sycamore. With all his +remaining breath, he insolently repeated his challenge; and then +headed down stream for the sumac with what grace he could +command. + +There was an hour of angry recrimination before sweet peace +brooded again in Rainbow Bottom. The newly mated pair finally +made up; the females speedily resumed their coquetting, and +forgot the captivating stranger--all save the poor little one +that had been kissed by accident. She never had been kissed +before, and never had expected that she would be, for she was a +creature of many misfortunes of every nature. + +She had been hatched from a fifth egg to begin with; and every +one knows the disadvantage of beginning life with four sturdy +older birds on top of one. It was a meager egg, and a feeble +baby that pipped its shell. The remainder of the family stood +and took nearly all the food so that she almost starved in the +nest, and she never really knew the luxury of a hearty meal until +her elders had flown. That lasted only a few days; for the +others went then, and their parents followed them so far afield +that the poor little soul, clamouring alone in the nest, almost +perished. Hunger-driven, she climbed to the edge and exercised +her wings until she managed some sort of flight to a neighbouring +bush. She missed the twig and fell to the ground, where she lay +cold and shivering. + +She cried pitifully, and was almost dead when a brown-faced, +barefoot boy, with a fishing-pole on his shoulder, passed and +heard her. + +"Poor little thing, you are almost dead," he said. "I know what +I'll do with you. I'll take you over and set you in the bushes +where I heard those other redbirds, and then your ma will feed +you." + +The boy turned back and carefully set her on a limb close to one +of her brothers, and there she got just enough food to keep her +alive. + +So her troubles continued. Once a squirrel chased her, and she +saved herself by crowding into a hole so small her pursuer could +not follow. The only reason she escaped a big blue racer when +she went to take her first bath, was that a hawk had his eye on +the snake and snapped it up at just the proper moment to save the +poor, quivering little bird. She was left so badly frightened +that she could not move for a long time. + +All the tribulations of birdland fell to her lot. She was so +frail and weak she lost her family in migration, and followed +with some strangers that were none too kind. Life in the South +had been full of trouble. Once a bullet grazed her so closely +she lost two of her wing quills, and that made her more timid +than ever. Coming North, she had given out again and finally had +wandered into Rainbow Bottom, lost and alone. + +She was such a shy, fearsome little body, the females all flouted +her; and the males never seemed to notice that there was material +in her for a very fine mate. Every other female cardinal in +Rainbow Bottom had several males courting her, but this poor, +frightened, lonely one had never a suitor; and she needed love so +badly! Now she had been kissed by this magnificent stranger! + +Of course, she knew it really was not her kiss. He had intended +it for the bold creature that had answered his challenge, but +since it came to her, it was hers, in a way, after all. She hid +in the underbrush for the remainder of the day, and was never so +frightened in all her life. She brooded over it constantly, and +morning found her at the down curve of the horseshoe, straining +her ears for the rarest note she ever had heard. All day she hid +and waited, and the following days were filled with longing, but +he never came again. + +So one morning, possessed with courage she did not understand, +and filled with longing that drove her against her will, she +started down the river. For miles she sneaked through the +underbrush, and watched and listened; until at last night came, +and she returned to Rainbow Bottom. The next morning she set out +early and flew to the spot from which she had turned back the +night before. From there she glided through the bushes and +underbrush, trembling and quaking, yet pushing stoutly onward, +straining her ears for some note of the brilliant stranger's. + +It was mid-forenoon when she reached the region of the sumac, and +as she hopped warily along, only a short distance from her, full +and splendid, there burst the voice of the singer for whom she +was searching. She sprang into air, and fled a mile before she +realized that she was flying. Then she stopped and listened, and +rolling with the river, she heard those bold true tones. Close +to earth, she went back again, to see if, unobserved, she could +find a spot where she might watch the stranger that had kissed +her. When at last she reached a place where she could see him +plainly, his beauty was so bewildering, and his song so enticing +that she gradually hopped closer and closer without knowing she +was moving. + +High in the sumac the Cardinal had sung until his throat was +parched, and the fountain of hope was almost dry. There was +nothing save defeat from overwhelming numbers in Rainbow Bottom. +He had paraded, and made all the music he ever had been taught, +and improvised much more. Yet no one had come to seek him. Was +it of necessity to be the Limberlost then? This one day more he +would retain his dignity and his location. He tipped, tilted, +and flirted. He whistled, and sang, and trilled. Over the +lowland and up and down the shining river, ringing in every +change he could invent, he sent for the last time his prophetic +message, "Wet year! Wet year!" + + + +Chapter 3 + +"Come here! Come here!" entreated the Cardinal + + +He felt that his music was not reaching his standard as he burst +into this new song. He was almost discouraged. No way seemed +open to him but flight to the Limberlost, and he so disdained the +swamp that love-making would lose something of its greatest charm +if he were driven there for a mate. The time seemed ripe for +stringent measures, and the Cardinal was ready to take them; but +how could he stringently urge a little mate that would not come +on his imploring invitations? He listlessly pecked at the +berries and flung abroad an inquiring "Chip!" With just an atom +of hope, he frequently mounted to his choir-loft and issued an +order that savoured far more of a plea, "Come here! Come here!" +and then, leaning, he listened intently to the voice of the +river, lest he fail to catch the faintest responsive "Chook!" it +might bear. + +He could hear the sniffling of carp wallowing beside the bank. A +big pickerel slashed around, breakfasting on minnows. Opposite +the sumac, the black bass, with gamy spring, snapped up, before +it struck the water, every luckless, honey-laden insect that fell +from the feast of sweets in a blossom-whitened wild crab. The +sharp bark of the red squirrel and the low of cattle, lazily +chewing their cuds among the willows, came to him. The hammering +of a woodpecker on a dead sycamore, a little above him, rolled to +his straining ears like a drum beat. + +The Cardinal hated the woodpecker more than he disliked the dove. + +It was only foolishly effusive, but the woodpecker was a +veritable Bluebeard. The Cardinal longed to pull the feathers +from his back until it was as red as his head, for the woodpecker +had dressed his suit in finest style, and with dulcet tones and +melting tenderness had gone acourting. Sweet as the dove's had +been his wooing, and one more pang the lonely Cardinal had +suffered at being forced to witness his felicity; yet scarcely +had his plump, amiable little mate consented to his caresses and +approved the sycamore, before he turned on her, pecked her +severely, and pulled a tuft of plumage from her breast. There +was not the least excuse for this tyrannical action; and the +sight filled the Cardinal with rage. He fully expected to see +Madam Woodpecker divorce herself and flee her new home, and he +most earnestly hoped that she would; but she did no such thing. +She meekly flattened her feathers, hurried work in a lively +manner, and tried in every way to anticipate and avert her mate's +displeasure. Under this treatment he grew more abusive, and now +Madam Woodpecker dodged every time she came within his reach. It +made the Cardinal feel so vengeful that he longed to go up and +drum the sycamore with the woodpecker's head until he taught him +how to treat his mate properly. + +There was plently of lark music rolling with the river, and that +morning brought the first liquid golden notes of the orioles. +They had arrived at dawn, and were overjoyed with their +homecoming, for they were darting from bank to bank singing +exquisitely on wing. There seemed no end to the bird voices that +floated with the river, and yet there was no beginning to the one +voice for which the Cardinal waited with passionate longing. + +The oriole's singing was so inspiring that it tempted the +Cardinal to another effort, and perching where he gleamed crimson +and black against the April sky, he tested his voice, and when +sure of his tones, he entreatingly called: "Come here! Come +here!" + +Just then he saw her! She came daintily over the earth, soft as +down before the wind, a rosy flush suffusing her plumage, a coral +beak, her very feet pink--the shyest, most timid little thing +alive. Her bright eyes were popping with fear, and down there +among the ferns, anemones and last year's dried leaves, she +tilted her sleek crested head and peered at him with frightened +wonder and silent helplessness. + +It was for this the Cardinal had waited, hoped, and planned for +many days. He had rehearsed what he conceived to be every point +of the situation, and yet he was not prepared for the thing that +suddenly happened to him. He had expected to reject many +applicants before he selected one to match his charms; but +instantly this shy little creature, slipping along near earth, +taking a surreptitious peep at him, made him feel a very small +bird, and he certainly never before had felt small. The crushing +possibility that somewhere there might be a cardinal that was +larger, brighter, and a finer musician than he, staggered him; +and worst of all, his voice broke suddenly to his complete +embarrassment. + +Half screened by the flowers, she seemed so little, so shy, so +delightfully sweet. He "chipped" carefully once or twice to +steady himself and clear his throat, for unaccountably it had +grown dry and husky; and then he tenderly tried again. "Come +here! Come here!" implored the Cardinal. He forgot all about his +dignity. He knew that his voice was trembling with eagerness and +hoarse with fear. He was afraid to attempt approaching her, but +he leaned toward her, begging and pleading. He teased and +insisted, and he did not care a particle if he did. It suddenly +seemed an honour to coax her. He rocked on the limb. He +side-stepped and hopped and gyrated gracefully. He fluffed and +flirted and showed himself to every advantage. It never occurred +to him that the dove and the woodpecker might be watching, though +he would not have cared in the least if they had been; and as for +any other cardinal, he would have attacked the combined forces of +the Limberlost and Rainbow Bottom. + +He sang and sang. Every impulse of passion in his big, crimson, +palpitating body was thrown into those notes; but she only turned +her head from side to side, peering at him, seeming sufficiently +frightened to flee at a breath, and answered not even the +faintest little "Chook!" of encouragement. + +The Cardinal rested a second before he tried again. That +steadied him and gave him better command of himself. He could +tell that his notes were clearing and growing sweeter. He was +improving. Perhaps she was interested. There was some +encouragement in the fact that she was still there. The Cardinal +felt that his time had come. + +"Come here! Come here!" He was on his mettle now. Surely no +cardinal could sing fuller, clearer, sweeter notes! He began at +the very first, and rollicked through a story of adventure, +colouring it with every wild, dashing, catchy note he could +improvise. He followed that with a rippling song of the joy and +fulness of spring, in notes as light and airy as the wind-blown +soul of melody, and with swaying body kept time to his rhythmic +measures. Then he glided into a song of love, and tenderly, +pleadingly, passionately, told the story as only a courting bird +can tell it. Then he sang a song of ravishment; a song quavering +with fear and the pain tugging at his heart. He almost had run +the gamut, and she really appeared as if she intended to flee +rather than to come to him. He was afraid to take even one timid +little hop toward her. + +In a fit of desperation the Cardinal burst into the passion song. + +He arose to his full height, leaned toward her with outspread +quivering wings, and crest flared to the utmost, and rocking from +side to side in the intensity of his fervour, he poured out a +perfect torrent of palpitant song. His cardinal body swayed to +the rolling flood of his ecstatic tones, until he appeared like a +flaming pulsing note of materialized music, as he entreated, +coaxed, commanded, and pled. From sheer exhaustion, he threw up +his head to round off the last note he could utter, and +breathlessly glancing down to see if she were coming, caught +sight of a faint streak of gray in the distance. He had planned +so to subdue the little female he courted that she would come to +him; he was in hot pursuit a half day's journey away before he +remembered it. + +No other cardinal ever endured such a chase as she led him in the +following days. Through fear and timidity she had kept most of +her life in the underbrush. The Cardinal was a bird of the open +fields and tree-tops. He loved to rock with the wind, and speed +arrow-like in great plunges of flight. This darting and twisting +over logs, among leaves, and through tangled thickets, tired, +tried, and exasperated him more than hundreds of miles of open +flight. Sometimes he drove her from cover, and then she wildly +dashed up-hill and down-dale, seeking another thicket; but +wherever she went, the Cardinal was only a breath behind her, and +with every passing mile his passion for her grew. + +There was no time to eat, bathe, or sing; only mile after mile of +unceasing pursuit. It seemed that the little creature could not +stop if she would, and as for the Cardinal, he was in that chase +to remain until his last heart-beat. It was a question how the +frightened bird kept in advance. She was visibly the worse for +this ardent courtship. Two tail feathers were gone, and there +was a broken one beating from her wing. Once she had flown too +low, striking her head against a rail until a drop of blood came, +and she cried pitifully. Several times the Cardinal had cornered +her, and tried to hold her by a bunch of feathers, and compel her +by force to listen to reason; but she only broke from his hold +and dashed away a stricken thing, leaving him half dead with +longing and remorse. + +But no matter how baffled she grew, or where she fled in her +headlong flight, the one thing she always remembered, was not to +lead the Cardinal into the punishment that awaited him in Rainbow +Bottom. Panting for breath, quivering with fear, longing for +well-concealed retreats, worn and half blinded by the disasters +of flight through strange country, the tired bird beat her +aimless way; but she would have been torn to pieces before she +would have led her magnificent pursuer into the wrath of his +enemies. + +Poor little feathered creature! She had been fleeing some kind +of danger all her life. She could not realize that love and +protection had come in this splendid guise, and she fled on and +on. + +Once the Cardinal, aching with passion and love, fell behind that +she might rest, and before he realized that another bird was +close, an impudent big relative of his, straying from the +Limberlost, entered the race and pursued her so hotly that with a +note of utter panic she wheeled and darted back to the Cardinal +for protection. When to the rush of rage that possessed him at +the sight of a rival was added the knowledge that she was seeking +him in her extremity, such a mighty wave of anger swept the +Cardinal that he appeared twice his real size. Like a flaming +brand of vengeance he struck that Limberlost upstart, and sent +him rolling to earth, a mass of battered feathers. With beak and +claw he made his attack, and when he so utterly demolished his +rival that he hopped away trembling, with dishevelled plumage +stained with his own blood, the Cardinal remembered his little +love and hastened back, confidently hoping for his reward. + +She was so securely hidden, that although he went searching, +calling, pleading, he found no trace of her the remainder of that +day. The Cardinal almost went distracted; and his tender +imploring cries would have moved any except a panic-stricken +bird. He did not even know in what direction to pursue her. +Night closed down, and found him in a fever of love-sick fear, +but it brought rest and wisdom. She could not have gone very +far. She was too worn. He would not proclaim his presence. +Soon she would suffer past enduring for food and water. + +He hid in the willows close where he had lost her, and waited +with what patience he could; and it was a wise plan. Shortly +after dawn, moving stilly as the break of day, trembling with +fear, she came slipping to the river for a drink. It was almost +brutal cruelty, but her fear must be overcome someway; and with a +cry of triumph the Cardinal, in a plunge of flight, was beside +her. She gave him one stricken look, and dashed away. The chase +began once more and continued until she was visibly breaking. + +There was no room for a rival that morning. The Cardinal flew +abreast of her and gave her a caress or attempted a kiss whenever +he found the slightest chance. She was almost worn out, her +flights were wavering and growing shorter. The Cardinal did his +utmost. If she paused to rest, he crept close as he dared, and +piteously begged: "Come here! Come here!" + +When she took wing, he so dexterously intercepted her course that +several time she found refuge in his sumac without realizing +where she was. When she did that, he perched just as closely as +he dared; and while they both rested, he sang to her a soft +little whispered love song, deep in his throat; and with every +note he gently edged nearer. She turned her head from him, and +although she was panting for breath and palpitant with fear, the +Cardinal knew that he dared not go closer, or she would dash away +like the wild thing she was. The next time she took wing, she +found him so persistently in her course that she turned sharply +and fled panting to the sumac. When this had happened so often +that she seemed to recognize the sumac as a place of refuge, the +Cardinal slipped aside and spent all his remaining breath in an +exultant whistle of triumph, for now he was beginning to see his +way. He dashed into mid-air, and with a gyration that would have +done credit to a flycatcher, he snapped up a gadfly that should +have been more alert. + +With a tender "Chip!" from branch to branch, slowly, cautiously, +he came with it. Because he was half starved himself, he knew +that she must be almost famished. Holding it where she could +see, he hopped toward her, eagerly, carefully, the gadfly in his +beak, his heart in his mouth. He stretched his neck and legs to +the limit as he reached the fly toward her. What matter that she +took it with a snap, and plunged a quarter of a mile before +eating it? She had taken food from him! That was the beginning. +Cautiously he impelled her toward the sumac, and with untiring +patience kept her there the remainder of the day. He carried her +every choice morsel he could find in the immediate vicinity of +the sumac, and occasionally she took a bit from his beak, though +oftenest he was compelled to lay it on a limb beside her. At +dusk she repeatedly dashed toward the underbrush; but the +Cardinal, with endless patience and tenderness, maneuvered her to +the sumac, until she gave up, and beneath the shelter of a +neighbouring grapevine, perched on a limb that was the Cardinal's +own chosen resting-place, tucked her tired head beneath her wing, +and went to rest. When she was soundly sleeping, the Cardinal +crept as closely as he dared, and with one eye on his little gray +love, and the other roving for any possible danger, he spent a +night of watching for any danger that might approach. + +He was almost worn out; but this was infinitely better than the +previous night, at any rate, for now he not only knew where she +was, but she was fast asleep in his own favourite place. Huddled +on the limb, the Cardinal gloated over her. He found her beauty +perfect. To be sure, she was dishevelled; but she could make her +toilet. There were a few feathers gone; but they would grow +speedily. She made a heart-satisfying picture, on which the +Cardinal feasted his love-sick soul, by the light of every +straying moonbeam that slid around the edges of the grape leaves. + +Wave after wave of tender passion shook him. In his throat half +the night he kept softly calling to her: "Come here! Come here!" + +Next morning, when the robins announced day beside the shining +river, she awoke with a start; but before she could decide in +which direction to fly, she discovered a nice fresh grub laid on +the limb close to her, and very sensibly remained for breakfast. +Then the Cardinal went to the river and bathed. He made such +delightful play of it, and the splash of the water sounded so +refreshing to the tired draggled bird, that she could not resist +venturing for a few dips. When she was wet she could not fly +well, and he improved the opportunity to pull her broken quills, +help her dress herself, and bestow a few extra caresses. He +guided her to his favourite place for a sun bath; and followed +the farmer's plow in the corn field until he found a big sweet +beetle. He snapped off its head, peeled the stiff wing shields, +and daintily offered it to her. He was so delighted when she +took it from his beak, and remained in the sumac to eat it, that +he established himself on an adjoining thorn-bush, where the +snowy blossoms of a wild morning-glory made a fine background for +his scarlet coat. He sang the old pleading song as he never had +sung it before, for now there was a tinge of hope battling with +the fear in his heart. + +Over and over he sang, rounding, fulling, swelling every note, +leaning toward her in coaxing tenderness, flashing his brilliant +beauty as he swayed and rocked, for her approval; and all that he +had suffered and all that he hoped for was in his song. Just +when his heart was growing sick within him, his straining ear +caught the faintest, most timid call a lover ever answered. Only +one imploring, gentle "Chook!" from the sumac! His song broke in +a suffocating burst of exultation. Cautiously he hopped from +twig to twig toward her. With tender throaty murmurings he +slowly edged nearer, and wonder of wonders! with tired eyes and +quivering wings, she reached him her beak for a kiss. + +At dinner that day, the farmer said to his wife: + +"Maria, if you want to hear the prettiest singin', an' see the +cutest sight you ever saw, jest come down along the line fence +an' watch the antics o' that redbird we been hearin'" + +"I don't know as redbirds are so scarce 'at I've any call to wade +through slush a half-mile to see one," answered Maria. + +"Footin's pretty good along the line fence," said Abram, "an' you +never saw a redbird like this fellow. He's as big as any two +common ones. He's so red every bush he lights on looks like it +was afire. It's past all question, he's been somebody's pet, an' +he's taken me for the man. I can get in six feet of him easy. +He's the finest bird I ever set eyes on; an' as for singin', he's +dropped the weather, an' he's askin' folks to his housewarmin' +to-day. He's been there alone for a week, an' his singin's been +first-class; but to-day he's picked up a mate, an' he's as +tickled as ever I was. I am really consarned for fear he'll +burst himself." + +Maria sniffed. + +"Course, don't come if you're tired, honey," said the farmer. "I +thought maybe you'd enjoy it. He's a-doin' me a power o' good. +My joints are limbered up till I catch myself pretty near +runnin', on the up furrow, an' then, down towards the fence, I go +slow so's to stay near him as long as I can." + +Maria stared. "Abram Johnson, have you gone daft?" she demanded. + +Abram chuckled. "Not a mite dafter'n you'll be, honey, once you +set eyes on the fellow. Better come, if you can. You're +invited. He's askin' the whole endurin' country to come." + +Maria said nothing more; but she mentally decided she had no time +to fool with a bird, when there were housekeeping and spring +sewing to do. As she recalled Abram's enthusiastic praise of the +singer, and had a whiff of the odour-laden air as she passed from +kitchen to spring-house, she was compelled to admit that it was a +temptation to go; but she finished her noon work and resolutely +sat down with her needle. She stitched industriously, her thread +straightening with a quick nervous sweep, learned through years +of experience; and if her eyes wandered riverward, and if she +paused frequently with arrested hand and listened intently, she +did not realize it. By two o'clock, a spirit of unrest that +demanded recognition had taken possession of her. Setting her +lips firmly, a scowl clouding her brow, she stitched on. By half +past two her hands dropped in her lap, Abram's new hickory shirt +slid to the floor, and she hesitatingly arose and crossed the +room to the closet, from which she took her overshoes, and set +them by the kitchen fire, to have them ready in case she wanted +them. + +"Pshaw!" she muttered, "I got this shirt to finish this +afternoon. There's butter an' bakin' in the mornin', an' Mary +Jane Simms is comin' for a visit in the afternoon." + +She returned to the window and took up the shirt, sewing with +unusual swiftness for the next half-hour; but by three she +dropped it, and opening the kitchen door, gazed toward the river. +Every intoxicating delight of early spring was in the air. The +breeze that fanned her cheek was laden with subtle perfume of +pollen and the crisp fresh odour of unfolding leaves. Curling +skyward, like a beckoning finger, went a spiral of violet and +gray smoke from the log heap Abram was burning; and scattered +over spaces of a mile were half a dozen others, telling a story +of the activity of his neighbours. Like the low murmur of +distant music came the beating wings of hundreds of her bees, +rimming the water trough, insane with thirst. On the wood-pile +the guinea cock clattered incessantly: "Phut rack! Phut rack!" +Across the dooryard came the old turkey-gobbler with fan tail and +a rasping scrape of wing, evincing his delight in spring and +mating time by a series of explosive snorts. On the barnyard +gate the old Shanghai was lustily challenging to mortal combat +one of his kind three miles across country. From the river arose +the strident scream of her blue gander jealously guarding his +harem. In the poultry-yard the hens made a noisy cackling party, +and the stable lot was filled with cattle bellowing for the +freedom of the meadow pasture, as yet scarcely ready for grazing. + +It seemed to the little woman, hesitating in the doorway, as if +all nature had entered into a conspiracy to lure her from her +work, and just then, clear and imperious, arose the demand of the +Cardinal: "Come here! Come here!" + +Blank amazement filled her face. "As I'm a livin' woman!" she +gasped. "He's changed his song! That's what Abram meant by me +bein' invited. He's askin' folks to see his mate. I'm goin'." + +The dull red of excitement sprang into her cheeks. She hurried +on her overshoes, and drew an old shawl over her head. She +crossed the dooryard, followed the path through the orchard, and +came to the lane. Below the barn she turned back and attempted +to cross. The mud was deep and thick, and she lost an overshoe; +but with the help of a stick she pried it out, and replaced it. + +"Joke on me if I'd a-tumbled over in this mud," she muttered. + +She entered the barn, and came out a minute later, carefully +closing and buttoning the door, and started down the line fence +toward the river. + +Half-way across the field Abram saw her coming. No need to +recount how often he had looked in that direction during the +afternoon. He slapped the lines on the old gray's back and came +tearing down the slope, his eyes flashing, his cheeks red, his +hands firmly gripping the plow that rolled up a line of black +mould as he passed. + +Maria, staring at his flushed face and shining eyes, recognized +that his whole being proclaimed an inward exultation. + +"Abram Johnson," she solemnly demanded, "have you got the power?" + +"Yes," cried Abram, pulling off his old felt hat, and gazing into +the crown as if for inspiration. "You've said it, honey! I got +the power! Got it of a little red bird! Power o' spring! Power +o' song! Power o' love! If that poor little red target for some +ornery cuss's bullet can get all he's getting out o' life to-day, +there's no cause why a reasonin' thinkin' man shouldn't realize +some o' his blessings. You hit it, Maria; I got the power. It's +the power o' God, but I learned how to lay hold of it from that +little red bird. Come here, Maria!" + +Abram wrapped the lines around the plow handle, and cautiously +led his wife to the fence. He found a piece of thick bark for +her to stand on, and placed her where she would be screened by a +big oak. Then he stood behind her and pointed out the sumac and +the female bird. + +"Jest you keep still a minute, an' you'll feel paid for comin' +all right, honey," he whispered, "but don't make any sudden +movement." + +"I don't know as I ever saw a worse-lookin' specimen 'an she is," +answered Maria. + +"She looks first-class to him. There's no kick comin' on his +part, I can tell you," replied Abram. + +The bride hopped shyly through the sumac. She pecked at the +dried berries, and frequently tried to improve her plumage, which +certainly had been badly draggled; and there was a drop of blood +dried at the base of her beak. She plainly showed the effects of +her rough experience, and yet she was a most attractive bird; for +the dimples in her plump body showed through the feathers, and +instead of the usual wickedly black eyes of the cardinal family, +hers were a soft tender brown touched by a love-light there was +no mistaking. She was a beautiful bird, and she was doing all in +her power to make herself dainty again. Her movements clearly +indicated how timid she was, and yet she remained in the sumac as +if she feared to leave it; and frequently peered expectantly +among the tree-tops. + +There was a burst of exultation down the river. The little bird +gave her plumage a fluff, and watched anxiously. On came the +Cardinal like a flaming rocket, calling to her on wing. He +alighted beside her, dropped into her beak a morsel of food, gave +her a kiss to aid digestion, caressingly ran his beak the length +of her wing quills, and flew to the dogwood. Mrs. Cardinal +enjoyed the meal. It struck her palate exactly right. She liked +the kiss and caress, cared, in fact, for all that he did for her, +and with the appreciation of his tenderness came repentance for +the dreadful chase she had led him in her foolish fright, and an +impulse to repay. She took a dainty hop toward the dogwood, and +the invitation she sent him was exquisite. With a shrill whistle +of exultant triumph the Cardinal answered at a headlong rush. + +The farmer's grip tightened on his wife's shoulder, but Maria +turned toward him with blazing, tear-filled eyes. "An' you call +yourself a decent man, Abram Johnson?" + +"Decent?" quavered the astonished Abram. "Decent? I believe I +am." + +"I believe you ain't," hotly retorted his wife. "You don't know +what decency is, if you go peekin' at them. They ain't birds! +They're folks!" + +"Maria," pled Abram, "Maria, honey." + +"I am plumb ashamed of you," broke in Maria. "How d'you s'pose +she'd feel if she knew there was a man here peekin' at her? +Ain't she got a right to be lovin' and tender? Ain't she got a +right to pay him best she knows? They're jest common human +bein's, an' I don't know where you got privilege to spy on a +female when she's doin' the best she knows." + +Maria broke from his grasp and started down the line fence. + +In a few strides Abram had her in his arms, his withered cheek +with its springtime bloom pressed against her equally withered, +tear-stained one. + +"Maria," he whispered, waveringly, "Maria, honey, I wasn't +meanin' any disrespect to the sex." + +Maria wiped her eyes on the corner of her shawl. "I don't s'pose +you was, Abram," she admitted; "but you're jest like all the rest +o' the men. You never think! Now you go on with your plowin' +an' let that little female alone." + +She unclasped his arms and turned homeward. + +"Honey," called Abram softly, "since you brought 'em that +pocketful o' wheat, you might as well let me have it." + +"Landy!" exclaimed Maria, blushing; "I plumb forgot my wheat! I +thought maybe, bein' so early, pickin' was scarce, an' if you'd +put out a little wheat an' a few crumbs, they'd stay an' nest in +the sumac, as you're so fond o' them." + +"Jest what I'm fairly prayin' they'll do, an' I been carryin' +stuff an' pettin' him up best I knowed for a week," said Abram, +as he knelt, and cupped his shrunken hands, while Maria guided +the wheat from her apron into them. "I'll scatter it along the +top rail, an' they'll be after it in fifteen minutes. Thank you, +Maria. 'T was good o' you to think of it." + +Maria watched him steadily. How dear he was! How dear he always +had been! How happy they were together! "Abram," she asked, +hesitatingly, "is there anything else I could do for--your +birds?" + +They were creatures of habitual repression, and the inner +glimpses they had taken of each other that day were surprises +they scarcely knew how to meet. Abram said nothing, because he +could not. He slowly shook his head, and turned to the plow, his +eyes misty. Maria started toward the line fence, but she paused +repeatedly to listen; and it was no wonder, for all the redbirds +from miles down the river had gathered around the sumac to see if +there were a battle in birdland; but it was only the Cardinal, +turning somersaults in the air, and screaming with bursting +exuberance: "Come here! Come here!" + + + +Chapter 4 + +"So dear! So dear!" crooned the Cardinal + + +She had taken possession of the sumac. The location was her +selection and he loudly applauded her choice. She placed the +first twig, and after examining it carefully, he spent the day +carrying her others just as much alike as possible. If she used +a dried grass blade, he carried grass blades until she began +dropping them on the ground. If she worked in a bit of wild +grape-vine bark, he peeled grape-vines until she would have no +more. It never occurred to him that he was the largest cardinal +in the woods, in those days, and he had forgotten that he wore a +red coat. She was not a skilled architect. Her nest certainly +was a loose ramshackle affair; but she had built it, and had +allowed him to help her. It was hers; and he improvised a paean +in its praise. Every morning he perched on the edge of the nest +and gazed in songless wonder at each beautiful new egg; and +whenever she came to brood she sat as if entranced, eyeing her +treasures in an ecstasy of proud possession. + +Then she nestled them against her warm breast, and turned adoring +eyes toward the Cardinal. If he sang from the dogwood, she faced +that way. If he rocked on the wild grape-vine, she turned in her +nest. If he went to the corn field for grubs, she stood astride +her eggs and peered down, watching his every movement with +unconcealed anxiety. The Cardinal forgot to be vain of his +beauty; she delighted in it every hour of the day. Shy and timid +beyond belief she had been during her courtship; but she made +reparation by being an incomparably generous and devoted mate. + +And the Cardinal! He was astonished to find himself capable of so +much and such varied feeling. It was not enough that he brooded +while she went to bathe and exercise. The daintiest of every +morsel he found was carried to her. When she refused to swallow +another particle, he perched on a twig close by the nest many +times in a day; and with sleek feathers and lowered crest, gazed +at her in silent worshipful adoration. + +Up and down the river bank he flamed and rioted. In the sumac he +uttered not the faintest "Chip!" that might attract attention. +He was so anxious to be inconspicuous that he appeared only half +his real size. Always on leaving he gave her a tender little +peck and ran his beak the length of her wing--a characteristic +caress that he delighted to bestow on her. + +If he felt that he was disturbing her too often, he perched on +the dogwood and sang for life, and love, and happiness. His +music was in a minor key now. The high, exultant, ringing notes +of passion were mellowed and subdued. He was improvising cradle +songs and lullabies. He was telling her how he loved her, how he +would fight for her, how he was watching over her, how he would +signal if any danger were approaching, how proud he was of her, +what a perfect nest she had built, how beautiful he thought her +eggs, what magnificent babies they would produce. Full of +tenderness, melting with love, liquid with sweetness, the +Cardinal sang to his patient little brooding mate: "So dear! So +dear!" + +The farmer leaned on his corn-planter and listened to him +intently. "I swanny! If he hasn't changed his song again, an' +this time I'm blest if I can tell what he's saying!" Every time +the Cardinal lifted his voice, the clip of the corn-planter +ceased, and Abram hung on the notes and studied them over. + +One night he said to his wife: "Maria, have you been noticin' the +redbird of late? He's changed to a new tune, an' this time I'm +completely stalled. I can't for the life of me make out what +he's saying. S'pose you step down to-morrow an' see if you can +catch it for me. I'd give a pretty to know!" + +Maria felt flattered. She always had believed that she had a +musical ear. Here was an opportunity to test it and please Abram +at the same time. She hastened her work the following morning, +and very early slipped along the line fence. Hiding behind the +oak, with straining ear and throbbing heart, she eagerly +listened. "Clip, clip," came the sound of the planter, as +Abram's dear old figure trudged up the hill. "Chip! Chip!" came +the warning of the Cardinal, as he flew to his mate. + +He gave her some food, stroked her wing, and flying to the +dogwood, sang of the love that encompassed him. As he trilled +forth his tender caressing strain, the heart of the listening +woman translated as did that of the brooding bird. + +With shining eyes and flushed cheeks, she sped down the fence. +Panting and palpitating with excitement, she met Abram half-way +on his return trip. Forgetful of her habitual reserve, she threw +her arms around his neck, and drawing his face to hers, she +cried: "Oh, Abram! I got it! I got it! I know what he's +saying! Oh, Abram, my love! My own! To me so dear! So dear!" + +"So dear! So dear!" echoed the Cardinal. + +The bewilderment in Abram's face melted into comprehension. He +swept Maria from her feet as he lifted his head. + +"On my soul! You have got it, honey! That's what he's saying, +plain as gospel! I can tell it plainer'n anything he's sung yet, +now I sense it." + +He gathered Maria in his arms, pressed her head against his +breast with a trembling old hand, while the face he turned to the +morning was beautiful. + +"I wish to God," he said quaveringly, "'at every creature on +earth was as well fixed as me an' the redbird!" Clasping each +other, they listened with rapt faces, as, mellowing across the +corn field, came the notes of the Cardinal: "So dear! So dear!" + +After that Abram's devotion to his bird family became a mild +mania. He carried food to the top rail of the line fence every +day, rain or shine, with the same regularity that he curried and +fed Nancy in the barn. From caring for and so loving the +Cardinal, there grew in his tender old heart a welling flood of +sympathy for every bird that homed on his farm. + +He drove a stake to mark the spot where the killdeer hen brooded +in the corn field, so that he would not drive Nancy over the +nest. When he closed the bars at the end of the lane, he always +was careful to leave the third one down, for there was a chippy +brooding in the opening where it fitted when closed. Alders and +sweetbriers grew in his fence corners undisturbed that spring if +he discovered that they sheltered an anxious-eyed little mother. +He left a square yard of clover unmowed, because it seemed to him +that the lark, singing nearer the Throne than any other bird, was +picking up stray notes dropped by the Invisible Choir, and with +unequalled purity and tenderness, sending them ringing down to +his brooding mate, whose home and happiness would be despoiled by +the reaping of that spot of green. He delayed burning the +brush-heap from the spring pruning, back of the orchard, until +fall, when he found it housed a pair of fine thrushes; for the +song of the thrush delighted him almost as much as that of the +lark. He left a hollow limb on the old red pearmain apple-tree, +because when he came to cut it there was a pair of bluebirds +twittering around, frantic with anxiety. + +His pockets were bulgy with wheat and crumbs, and his heart was +big with happiness. It was the golden springtime of his later +life. The sky never had seemed so blue, or the earth so +beautiful. The Cardinal had opened the fountains of his soul; +life took on a new colour and joy; while every work of God +manifested a fresh and heretofore unappreciated loveliness. His +very muscles seemed to relax, and new strength arose to meet the +demands of his uplifted spirit. He had not finished his day's +work with such ease and pleasure in years; and he could see the +influence of his rejuvenation in Maria. She was flitting around +her house with broken snatches of song, even sweeter to Abram's +ears than the notes of the birds; and in recent days he had +noticed that she dressed particularly for her afternoon's sewing, +putting on her Sunday lace collar and a white apron. He +immediately went to town and bought her a finer collar than she +ever had owned in her life. + +Then he hunted a sign painter, and came home bearing a number of +pine boards on which gleamed in big, shiny black letters: + + +------------------------ +| NO HUNTING ALLOWED | +| ON THIS FARM | +------------------------ + + +He seemed slightly embarrassed when he showed them to Maria. "I +feel a little mite onfriendly, putting up signs like that 'fore +my neighbours," he admitted, "but the fact is, it ain't the +neighbours so much as it's boys that need raising, an' them town +creatures who call themselves sportsmen, an' kill a hummin'-bird +to see if they can hit it. Time was when trees an' underbrush +were full o' birds an' squirrels, any amount o' rabbits, an' the +fish fairly crowdin' in the river. I used to kill all the quail +an' wild turkeys about here a body needed to make an appetizing +change, It was always my plan to take a little an' leave a +little. But jest look at it now. Surprise o' my life if I get a +two-pound bass. Wild turkey gobblin' would scare me most out of +my senses, an', as for the birds, there are jest about a fourth +what there used to be, an' the crops eaten to pay for it. I'd do +all I'm tryin' to for any bird, because of its song an' colour, +an' pretty teeterin' ways, but I ain't so slow but I see I'm paid +in what they do for me. Up go these signs, an' it won't be a +happy day for anybody I catch trespassin' on my birds." + +Maria studied the signs meditatively. "You shouldn't be forced +to put 'em up," she said conclusively. "If it's been decided 'at +it's good for 'em to be here, an' laws made to protect 'em, +people ought to act with some sense, an' leave them alone. I +never was so int'rested in the birds in all my life; an' I'll +jest do a little lookin' out myself. If you hear a spang o' the +dinner bell when you're out in the field, you'll know it means +there's some one sneakin' 'round with a gun." + +Abram caught Maria, and planted a resounding smack on her cheek, +where the roses of girlhood yet bloomed for him. Then he filled +his pockets with crumbs and grain, and strolled to the river to +set the Cardinal's table. He could hear the sharp incisive +"Chip!" and the tender mellow love-notes as he left the barn; and +all the way to the sumac they rang in his ears. + +The Cardinal met him at the corner of the field, and hopped over +bushes and the fence only a few yards from him. When Abram had +scattered his store on the rail, the bird came tipping and +tilting, daintily caught up a crumb, and carried it to the sumac. +His mate was pleased to take it; and he carried her one morsel +after another until she refused to open her beak for more. He +made a light supper himself; and then swinging on the grape-vine, +he closed the day with an hour of music. He repeatedly turned a +bright questioning eye toward Abram, but he never for a moment +lost sight of the nest and the plump gray figure of his little +mate. As she brooded over her eggs, he brooded over her; and +that she might realize the depth and constancy of his devotion, +he told her repeatedly, with every tender inflection he could +throw into his tones, that she was "So dear! So dear!" + +The Cardinal had not known that the coming of the mate he so +coveted would fill his life with such unceasing gladness, and +yet, on the very day that happiness seemed at fullest measure, +there was trouble in the sumac. He had overstayed his time, +chasing a fat moth he particularly wanted for his mate, and she, +growing thirsty past endurance, left the nest and went to the +river. Seeing her there, he made all possible haste to take his +turn at brooding, so he arrived just in time to see a pilfering +red squirrel starting away with an egg. + +With a vicious scream the Cardinal struck him full force. His +rush of rage cost the squirrel an eye; but it lost the father a +birdling, for the squirrel dropped the egg outside the nest. The +Cardinal mournfully carried away the tell-tale bits of shell, so +that any one seeing them would not look up and discover his +treasures. That left three eggs; and the brooding bird mourned +over the lost one so pitifully that the Cardinal perched close to +the nest the remainder of the day, and whispered over and over +for her comfort that she was "So dear! So dear!" + + + +Chapter 5 + +"See here! See here!" demanded the Cardinal + + +The mandate repeatedly rang from the topmost twig of the thorn +tree, and yet the Cardinal was not in earnest. He was beside +himself with a new and delightful excitement, and he found it +impossible to refrain from giving vent to his feelings. He was +commanding the farmer and every furred and feathered denizen of +the river bottom to see; then he fought like a wild thing if any +of them ventured close, for great things were happening in the sumac. + +In past days the Cardinal had brooded an hour every morning while +his mate went to take her exercise, bathe, and fluff in the sun +parlour. He had gone to her that morning as usual, and she +looked at him with anxious eyes and refused to move. He had +hopped to the very edge of the nest and repeatedly urged her to +go. She only ruffled her feathers, and nestled the eggs she was +brooding to turn them, but did not offer to leave. The Cardinal +reached over and gently nudged her with his beak, to remind her +that it was his time to brood; but she looked at him almost +savagely, and gave him a sharp peck; so he knew she was not to be +bothered. He carried her every dainty he could find and hovered +near her, tense with anxiety. + +It was late in the afternoon before she went after the drink for +which she was half famished. She scarcely had reached a willow +and bent over the water before the Cardinal was on the edge of +the nest. He examined it closely, but he could see no change. +He leaned to give the eggs careful scrutiny, and from somewhere +there came to him the faintest little "Chip!" he ever had heard. +Up went the Cardinal's crest, and he dashed to the willow. There +was no danger in sight; and his mate was greedily dipping her +rosy beak in the water. He went back to the cradle and listened +intently, and again that feeble cry came to him. Under the nest, +around it, and all through the sumac he searched, until at last, +completely baffled, he came back to the edge. The sound was so +much plainer there, that he suddenly leaned, caressing the eggs +with his beak; then the Cardinal knew! He had heard the first +faint cries of his shell-incased babies! + +With a wild scream he made a flying leap through the air. His +heart was beating to suffocation. He started in a race down the +river. If he alighted on a bush he took only one swing, and +springing from it flamed on in headlong flight. He flashed to +the top of the tallest tulip tree, and cried cloudward to the +lark: "See here! See here!" He dashed to the river bank and told +the killdeers, and then visited the underbrush and informed the +thrushes and wood robins. Father-tender, he grew so delirious +with joy that he forgot his habitual aloofness, and fraternized +with every bird beside the shining river. He even laid aside his +customary caution, went chipping into the sumac, and caressed his +mate so boisterously she gazed at him severely and gave his wing +a savage pull to recall him to his sober senses. + +That night the Cardinal slept in the sumac, very close to his +mate, and he shut only one eye at a time. Early in the morning, +when he carried her the first food, he found that she was on the +edge of the nest, dropping bits of shell outside; and creeping to +peep, he saw the tiniest coral baby, with closed eyes, and little +patches of soft silky down. Its beak was wide open, and though +his heart was even fuller than on the previous day, the Cardinal +knew what that meant; and instead of indulging in another +celebration, he assumed the duties of paternity, and began +searching for food, for now there were two empty crops in his +family. On the following day there were four. Then he really +worked. How eagerly he searched, and how gladly he flew to the +sumac with every rare morsel! The babies were too small for the +mother to leave; and for the first few days the Cardinal was +constantly on wing. + +If he could not find sufficiently dainty food for them in the +trees and bushes, or among the offerings of the farmer, he +descended to earth and searched like a wood robin. He forgot he +needed a bath or owned a sun parlour; but everywhere he went, +from his full heart there constantly burst the cry: + +"See here! See here!" + +His mate made never a sound. Her eyes were bigger and softer +than ever, and in them glowed a steady lovelight. She hovered +over those three red mites of nestlings so tenderly! She was so +absorbed in feeding, stroking, and coddling them she neglected +herself until she became quite lean. + +When the Cardinal came every few minutes with food, she was a +picture of love and gratitude for his devoted attention, and once +she reached over and softly kissed his wing. "See here! See +here!" shrilled the Cardinal; and in his ecstasy he again forgot +himself and sang in the sumac. Then he carried food with greater +activity than ever to cover his lapse. + +The farmer knew that it lacked an hour of noon, but he was so +anxious to tell Maria the news that he could not endure the +suspense another minute. There was a new song from the sumac. +He had heard it as he turned the first corner with the shovel +plow. He had listened eagerly, and had caught the meaning almost +at once--"See here! See here!" He tied the old gray mare to the +fence to prevent her eating the young corn, and went immediately. +By leaning a rail against the thorn tree he was able to peer into +the sumac, and take a good look at the nest of handsome +birdlings, now well screened with the umbrella-like foliage. It +seemed to Abram that he never could wait until noon. He +critically examined the harness, in the hope that he would find a +buckle missing, and tried to discover a flaw in the plow that +would send him to the barn for a file; but he could not invent an +excuse for going. So, when he had waited until an hour of noon, +he could endure it no longer. + +"Got news for you, Maria," he called from the well, where he was +making a pretense of thirst. + +"Oh I don't know," answered Maria, with a superior smile. "If +it's about the redbirds, he's been up to the garden three times +this morning yellin', 'See here!' fit to split; an' I jest +figured that their little ones had hatched. Is that your news?" + +"Well I be durned!" gasped the astonished Abram. + +Mid-afternoon Abram turned Nancy and started the plow down a row +that led straight to the sumac. He intended to stop there, tie +to the fence, and go to the river bank, in the shade, for a visit +with the Cardinal. It was very warm, and he was feeling the heat +so much, that in his heart he knew he would be glad to reach the +end of the row and the rest he had promised himself. + +The quick nervous strokes of the dinner bell, "Clang! Clang!" +came cutting the air clearly and sharply. Abram stopped Nancy +with a jerk. It was the warning Maria had promised to send him +if she saw prowlers with guns. He shaded his eyes with his hand +and scanned the points of the compass through narrowed lids with +concentrated vision. He first caught a gleam of light playing on +a gun-barrel, and then he could discern the figure of a man clad +in hunter's outfit leisurely walking down the lane, toward the +river. + +Abram hastily hitched Nancy to the fence. By making the best +time he could, he reached the opposite corner, and was nibbling +the midrib of a young corn blade and placidly viewing the +landscape when the hunter passed. + +"Howdy!" he said in an even cordial voice. + +The hunter walked on without lifting his eyes or making audible +reply. To Abram's friendly oldfashioned heart this seemed the +rankest discourtesy; and there was a flash in his eye and a +certain quality in his voice he lifted a hand for parley. + +"Hold a minute, my friend," he said. "Since you are on my +premises, might I be privileged to ask if you have seen a few +signs 'at I have posted pertainin' to the use of a gun?" + +"I am not blind," replied the hunter; "and my education has been +looked after to the extent that I can make out your notices. +From the number and size of them, I think I could do it, old man, +if I had no eyes." + +The scarcely suppressed sneer, and the "old man" grated on +Abram's nerves amazingly, for a man of sixty years of peace. The +gleam in his eyes grew stronger, and there was a perceptible lift +of his shoulders as he answered: + +"I meant 'em to be read an' understood! From the main road +passin' that cabin up there on the bank, straight to the river, +an' from the furthermost line o' this field to the same, is my +premises, an' on every foot of 'em the signs are in full force. +They're in a little fuller force in June, when half the bushes +an' tufts o' grass are housin' a young bird family, 'an at any +other time. They're sort o' upholdin' the legislature's act, +providing for the protection o' game an' singin' birds; an' maybe +it 'ud be well for you to notice 'at I'm not so old but I'm able +to stand up for my right to any livin' man." + +There certainly was an added tinge of respect in the hunter's +tones as he asked: "Would you consider it trespass if a man +simply crossed your land, following the line of the fences to +reach the farm of a friend?" + +"Certainly not!" cried Abram, cordial in his relief. "To be sure +not! Glad to have you convenience yourself. I only wanted to +jest call to your notice 'at the BIRDS are protected on this +farm." + +"I have no intention of interfering with your precious birds, I +assure you," replied the hunter. "And if you require an +explanation of the gun in June, I confess I did hope to be able +to pick off a squirrel for a very sick friend. But I suppose for +even such cause it would not be allowed on your premises." + +"Oh pshaw now!" said Abram. "Man alive! I'm not onreasonable. +O' course in case o' sickness I'd be glad if you could run across +a squirrel. All I wanted was to have a clear understandin' about +the birds. Good luck, an' good day to you!" + +Abram started across the field to Nancy, but he repeatedly turned +to watch the gleam of the gun-barrel, as the hunter rounded the +corner and started down the river bank. He saw him leave the +line of the fence and disappear in the thicket. + +"Goin' straight for the sumac," muttered Abram. "It's likely I'm +a fool for not stayin' right beside him past that point. An' +yet--I made it fair an' plain, an' he passed his word 'at he +wouldn't touch the birds." + +He untied Nancy, and for the second time started toward the +sumac. He had been plowing carefully, his attention divided +between the mare and the corn; but he uprooted half that row, for +his eyes wandered to the Cardinal's home as if he were +fascinated, and his hands were shaking with undue excitement as +he gripped the plow handles. At last he stopped Nancy, and stood +gazing eagerly toward the river. + +"Must be jest about the sumac," he whispered. "Lord! but I'll be +glad to see the old gun-barrel gleamin' safe t'other side o' it." + +There was a thin puff of smoke, and a screaming echo went rolling +and reverberating down the Wabash. Abram's eyes widened, and a +curious whiteness settled on his lips. He stood as if incapable +of moving. "Clang! Clang!" came Maria's second warning. + +The trembling slid from him, and his muscles hardened. There was +no trace of rheumatic stiffness in his movements. With a bound +he struck the chain-traces from the singletree at Nancy's heels. +He caught the hames, leaped on her back, and digging his heels +into her sides, he stretched along her neck like an Indian and +raced across the corn field. Nancy's twenty years slipped from +her as her master's sixty had from him. Without understanding +the emergency, she knew that he required all the speed there was +in her; and with trace-chains rattling and beating on her heels, +she stretched out until she fairly swept the young corn, as she +raced for the sumac. Once Abram straightened, and slipping a +hand into his pocket, drew out a formidable jack-knife, opening +it as he rode. When he reached the fence, he almost flew over +Nancy's head. He went into a fence corner, and with a few +slashes severed a stout hickory withe, stripping the leaves and +topping it as he leaped the fence. + +He grasped this ugly weapon, his eyes dark with anger as he +appeared before the hunter, who supposed him at the other side of +the field. + +"Did you shoot at that redbird?" he roared. + +As his gun was at the sportman's shoulder, and he was still +peering among the bushes, denial seemed useless. "Yes, I did," +he replied, and made a pretense of turning to the sumac again. + +There was a forward impulse of Abram's body. "Hit 'im?" he +demanded with awful calm. + +"Thought I had, but I guess I only winged him." + +Abram's fingers closed around his club. At the sound of his +friend's voice, the Cardinal came darting through the bushes a +wavering flame, and swept so closely to him for protection that a +wing almost brushed his cheek. + +"See here! See here!" shrilled the bird in deadly panic. There +was not a cut feather on him. + +Abram's relief was so great he seemed to shrink an inch in +height. + +"Young man, you better thank your God you missed that bird," he +said solemnly, "for if you'd killed him, I'd a-mauled this stick +to ribbons on you, an' I'm most afraid I wouldn't a-knowed when +to quit." + +He advanced a step in his eagerness, and the hunter, mistaking +his motive, levelled his gun. + +"Drop that!" shouted Abram, as he broke through the bushes that +clung to him, tore the clothing from his shoulders, and held him +back. "Drop that! Don't you dare point a weapon at me; on my +own premises, an' after you passed your word. + +"Your word!" repeated Abram, with withering scorn, his white, +quivering old face terrible to see. "Young man, I got a couple +o' things to say to you. You'r' shaped like a man, an' you'r' +dressed like a man, an' yet the smartest person livin' would +never take you for anything but an egg-suckin' dog, this minute. +All the time God ever spent on you was wasted, an' your mother's +had the same luck. I s'pose God's used to having creatures 'at +He's made go wrong, but I pity your mother. Goodness knows a +woman suffers an' works enough over her children, an' then to +fetch a boy to man's estate an' have him, of his own free will +an' accord, be a liar! Young man, truth is the cornerstone o' +the temple o' character. Nobody can put up a good buildin' +without a solid foundation; an' you can't do solid character +buildin' with a lie at the base. Man 'at's a liar ain't fit for +anything! Can't trust him in no sphere or relation o' life; or +in any way, shape, or manner. You passed out your word like a +man, an' like a man I took it an' went off trustin' you, an' you +failed me. Like as not that squirrel story was a lie, too! Have +you got a sick friend who is needin' squirrel broth?" + +The hunter shook his head. + +"No? That wasn't true either? I'll own you make me curious. +'Ud you mind tellin' me what was your idy in cookin' up that +squirrel story?" + +The hunter spoke with an effort. "I suppose I wanted to do +something to make you feel small," he admitted, in a husky voice. + +"You wanted to make me feel small," repeated Abram, wonderingly. +"Lord! Lord! Young man, did you ever hear o' a boomerang? It's +a kind o' weapon used in Borneo, er Australy, er some o' them +furrin parts, an' it's so made 'at the heathens can pitch it, an' +it cuts a circle an' comes back to the fellow, at throwed. I +can't see myself, an' I don't know how small I'm lookin'; but I'd +rather lose ten year o' my life 'an to have anybody catch me +lookin' as little as you do right now. I guess we look about the +way we feel in this world. I'm feelin' near the size o' Goliath +at present; but your size is such 'at it hustles me to see any +MAN in you at all. An' you wanted to make me feel small! My, +oh, my! An' you so young yet, too! + +"An' if it hadn't a-compassed a matter o' breakin' your word, +what 'ud you want to kill the redbird for, anyhow? Who give you +rights to go 'round takin' such beauty an' joy out of the world? +Who do you think made this world an' the things 'at's in it? +Maybe it's your notion 'at somebody about your size whittled it +from a block o' wood, scattered a little sand for earth, stuck a +few seeds for trees, an' started the oceans with a waterin' pot! +I don't know what paved streets an' stall feedin' do for a man, +but any one 'at's lived sixty year on the ground knows 'at this +whole old earth is jest teemin' with work 'at's too big for +anything but a God, an' a mighty BIG God at that! + +"You don't never need bother none 'bout the diskivries o' +science, for if science could prove 'at the earth was a red hot +slag broken from the sun, 'at balled an' cooled flyin' through +space until the force o' gravity caught an' held it, it doesn't +prove what the sun broke from, or why it balled an' didn't cool. +Sky over your head, earth under foot, trees around you, an' river +there--all full o' life 'at you ain't no mortal right to touch, +'cos God made it, an' it's His! Course, I know 'at He said +distinct 'at man was to have `dominion over the beasts o' the +field, an' the fowls o' the air' An' that means 'at you're free +to smash a copperhead instead of letting it sting you. Means 'at +you better shoot a wolf than to let it carry off your lambs. +Means, at it's right to kill a hawk an' save your chickens; but +God knows 'at shootin' a redbird just to see the feathers fly +isn't having dominion over anything; it's jest makin' a plumb +beast o' YERSELF. Passes me, how you can face up to the +Almighty, an' draw a bead on a thing like that! Takes more gall'n +I got! + +"God never made anything prettier 'an that bird, an' He must +a-been mighty proud o' the job. Jest cast your eyes on it there! + +Ever see anything so runnin' over with dainty, pretty, coaxin' +ways? Little red creatures, full o' hist'ry, too! Ever think o' +that? Last year's bird, hatched hereabout, like as not. Went +South for winter, an' made friends 'at's been feedin', an' +teachin' it to TRUST mankind. Back this spring in a night, an' +struck that sumac over a month ago. Broke me all up first time I +ever set eyes on it. + +"Biggest reddest redbird I ever saw; an' jest a master hand at +king's English! Talk plain as you can! Don't know what he said +down South, but you can bank on it, it was sumpin' pretty fine. +When he settled here, he was discoursin' on the weather, an' he +talked it out about proper. He'd say, `Wet year! Wet year!' jest +like that! He got the `wet' jest as good as I can, an', if he +drawed the `ye-ar' out a little, still any blockhead could a-told +what he was sayin', an' in a voice pretty an' clear as a bell. +Then he got love-sick, an' begged for comp'ny until he broke me +all up. An' if I'd a-been a hen redbird I wouldn't a-been so +long comin'. Had me pulverized in less'n no time! Then a little +hen comes 'long, an' stops with him; an' 'twas like an organ +playin' prayers to hear him tell her how he loved her. Now +they've got a nest full o' the cunningest little topknot babies, +an' he's splittin' the echoes, calling for the whole +neighbourhood to come see 'em, he's so mortal proud. + +"Stake my life he's never been fired on afore! He's pretty near +wild with narvousness, but he's got too much spunk to leave his +fam'ly, an' go off an' hide from creatures like you. They's no +caution in him. Look at him tearin' 'round to give you another +chance! + +"I felt most too rheumaticky to tackle field work this spring +until he come 'long, an' the fire o' his coat an' song got me +warmed up as I ain't been in years. Work's gone like it was +greased, an' my soul's been singin' for joy o' life an' happiness +ev'ry minute o' the time since he come. Been carryin' him grub +to that top rail once an' twice a day for the last month, an' I +can go in three feet o' him. My wife comes to see him, an' +brings him stuff; an' we about worship him. Who are you, to come +'long an' wipe out his joy in life, an' our joy in him, for jest +nothin'? You'd a left him to rot on the ground, if you'd a hit +him; an' me an' Maria's loved him so! + +"D'you ever stop to think how full this world is o' things to +love, if your heart's jest big enough to let 'em in? We love to +live for the beauty o' the things surroundin' us, an' the joy we +take in bein' among 'em. An' it's my belief 'at the way to make +folks love us, is for us to be able to 'preciate what they can +do. If a man's puttin' his heart an' soul, an' blood, an' +beef-steak, an' bones into paintin' picters, you can talk farmin' +to him all day, an' he's dumb; but jest show him 'at you see what +he's a-drivin' at in his work, an' he'll love you like a brother. +Whatever anybody succeeds in, it's success 'cos they so love it +'at they put the best o' theirselves into it; an' so, lovin' what +they do, is lovin' them. + +"It 'ud 'bout kill a painter-man to put the best o' himself into +his picture, an' then have some fellow like you come 'long an' +pour turpentine on it jest to see the paint run; an' I think it +must pretty well use God up, to figure out how to make an' colour +a thing like that bird, an' then have you walk up an' shoot the +little red heart out of it, jest to prove 'at you can! He's the +very life o' this river bank. I'd as soon see you dig up the +underbrush, an' dry up the river, an' spoil the picture they make +against the sky, as to hev' you drop the redbird. He's the red +life o' the whole thing! God must a-made him when his heart was +pulsin' hot with love an' the lust o' creatin' in-com-PAR-able +things; an' He jest saw how pretty it 'ud be to dip his +featherin' into the blood He was puttin' in his veins. + +"To my mind, ain't no better way to love an' worship God, 'an to +protect an' 'preciate these fine gifts He's given for our joy an' +use. Worshipin' that bird's a kind o' religion with me. Getting +the beauty from the sky, an' the trees, an' the grass, an' the +water 'at God made, is nothin' but doin' Him homage. Whole +earth's a sanctuary. You can worship from sky above to grass +under foot. + +"Course, each man has his particular altar. Mine's in that cabin +up at the bend o' the river. Maria lives there. God never did +cleaner work, 'an when He made Maria. Lovin, her's sacrament. +She's so clean, an' pure, an' honest, an' big-hearted! In forty +year I've never jest durst brace right up to Maria an' try to put +in words what she means to me. Never saw nothin' else as +beautiful, or as good. No flower's as fragrant an' smelly as her +hair on her pillow. Never tapped a bee tree with honey sweet as +her lips a-twitchin' with a love quiver. Ain't a bird 'long the +ol' Wabash with a voice up to hers. Love o' God ain't broader'n +her kindness. When she's been home to see her folks, I've been +so hungry for her 'at I've gone to her closet an' kissed the hem +o' her skirts more'n once. I've never yet dared kiss her feet, +but I've always wanted to. I've laid out 'at if she dies first, +I'll do it then. An' Maria 'ud cry her eyes out if you'd a-hit +the redbird. Your trappin's look like you could shoot. I guess +'twas God made that shot fly the mark. I guess--" + +"If you can stop, for the love of mercy do it!" cried the hunter. + +His face was a sickly white, his temples wet with sweat, and his +body trembling. "I can't endure any more. I don't suppose you +think I've any human instincts at all; but I have a few, and I +see the way to arouse more. You probably won't believe me, but +I'll never kill another innocent harmless thing; and I will never +lie again so long as I live." + +He leaned his gun against the thorn tree, and dropped the +remainder of his hunter's outfit beside it on the ground. + +"I don't seem a fit subject to `have dominion,'" he said. "I'll +leave those thing for you; and thank you for what you have done +for me." + +There was a crash through the bushes, a leap over the fence, and +Abram and the Cardinal were alone. + +The old man sat down suddenly on a fallen limb of the sycamore. +He was almost dazed with astonishment. He held up his shaking +hands, and watched them wonderingly, and then cupped one over +each trembling knee to steady himself. He outlined his dry lips +with the tip of his tongue, and breathed in heavy gusts. He +glanced toward the thorn tree. + +"Left his gun," he hoarsely whispered, "an' it's fine as a +fiddle. Lock, stock, an' barrel just a-shinin'. An' all that +heap o' leather fixin's. Must a-cost a lot o' money. Said he +wasn't fit to use 'em! Lept the fence like a panther, an' cut +dirt across the corn field. An' left me the gun! Well! Well! +Well! Wonder what I said? I must a-been almost FIERCE." + +"See here! See here!" shrilled the Cardinal. + +Abram looked him over carefully. He was quivering with fear, but +in no way injured. + +"My! but that was a close call, ol' fellow" said, Abram. "Minute +later, an' our fun 'ud a-been over, an' the summer jest spoiled. +Wonder if you knew what it meant, an' if you'll be gun-shy after +this. Land knows, I hope so; for a few more such doses 'ull jest +lay me up." + +He gathered himself together at last, set the gun over the fence, +and climbing after it, caught Nancy, who had feasted to plethora +on young corn. He fastened up the trace-chains, and climbing to +her back, laid the gun across his lap and rode to the barn. He +attended the mare with particular solicitude, and bathed his face +and hands in the water trough to make himself a little more +presentable to Maria. He started to the house, but had only gone +a short way when he stopped, and after standing in thought for a +time, turned back to the barn and gave Nancy another ear of corn. + +"After all, it was all you, ol' girl," he said, patting her +shoulder, "I never on earth could a-made it on time afoot." + +He was so tired he leaned for support against her, for the +unusual exertion and intense excitement were telling on him +sorely, and as he rested he confided to her: "I don't know as I +ever in my life was so riled, Nancy. I'm afraid I was a little +mite fierce." + +He exhibited the gun, and told the story very soberly at supper +time; and Maria was so filled with solicitude for him and the +bird, and so indignant at the act of the hunter, that she never +said a word about Abram's torn clothing and the hours of patching +that would ensue. She sat looking at the gun and thinking +intently for a long time; and then she said pityingly: + +"I don't know jest what you could a-said 'at 'ud make a man go +off an' leave a gun like that. Poor fellow! I do hope, Abram, +you didn't come down on him too awful strong. Maybe he lost his +mother when he was jest a little tyke, an' he hasn't had much +teachin'." + +Abram was completely worn out, and went early to bed. Far in the +night Maria felt him fumbling around her face in an effort to +learn if she were covered; and as he drew the sheet over her +shoulder he muttered in worn and sleepy tones: "I'm afraid they's +no use denyin' it, Maria, I WAS JEST MORTAL FIERCE." + +In the sumac the frightened little mother cardinal was pressing +her precious babies close against her breast; and all through the +night she kept calling to her mate, "Chook! Chook!" and was +satisfied only when an answering "Chip!" came. As for the +Cardinal, he had learned a new lesson. He had not been under +fire before. Never again would he trust any one carrying a +shining thing that belched fire and smoke. He had seen the +hunter coming, and had raced home to defend his mate and babies, +thus making a brilliant mark of himself; and as he would not have +deserted them, only the arrival of the farmer had averted a +tragedy in the sumac. He did not learn to use caution for +himself; but after that, if a gun came down the shining river, he +sent a warning "Chip!" to his mate, telling her to crouch low in +her nest and keep very quiet, and then, in broken waves of +flight, and with chirp and flutter, he exposed himself until he +had lured danger from his beloved ones. + +When the babies grew large enough for their mother to leave them +a short time, she assisted in food hunting, and the Cardinal was +not so busy. He then could find time frequently to mount to the +top of the dogwood, and cry to the world, "See here! See here!" +for the cardinal babies were splendid. But his music was broken +intermittent vocalizing now, often uttered past a beakful of +food, and interspersed with spasmodic "chips" if danger +threatened his mate and nestlings. + +Despite all their care, it was not so very long until trouble +came to the sumac; and it was all because the first-born was +plainly greedy; much more so than either his little brother or +his sister, and he was one day ahead of them in strength. He +always pushed himself forward, cried the loudest and longest, and +so took the greater part of the food carried to the nest; and one +day, while he was still quite awkward and uncertain, he climbed +to the edge and reached so far that he fell. He rolled down the +river bank, splash! into the water; and a hungry old pickerel, +sunning in the weeds, finished him at a snap. He made a morsel +so fat, sweet, and juicy that the pickerel lingered close for a +week, waiting to see if there would be any more accidents. + +The Cardinal, hunting grubs in the corn field, heard the +frightened cries of his mate, and dashed to the sumac in time to +see the poor little ball of brightly tinted feathers disappear in +the water and to hear the splash of the fish. He called in +helpless panic and fluttered over the spot. He watched and +waited until there was no hope of the nestling coming up, then he +went to the sumac to try to comfort his mate. She could not be +convinced that her young one was gone, and for the remainder of +the day filled the air with alarm cries and notes of wailing. + +The two that remained were surely the envy of Birdland. The male +baby was a perfect copy of his big crimson father, only his +little coat was gray; but it was so highly tinged with red that +it was brilliant, and his beak and feet were really red; and how +his crest did flare, and how proud and important he felt, when he +found he could raise and lower it at will. His sister was not +nearly so bright as he, and she was almost as greedy as the lost +brother. With his father's chivalry he allowed her to crowd in +and take the most of the seeds and berries, so that she +continually appeared as if she could swallow no more, yet she was +constantly calling for food. + +She took the first flight, being so greedy she forgot to be +afraid, and actually flew to a neighbouring thorn tree to meet +the Cardinal, coming with food, before she realized what she had +done. For once gluttony had its proper reward. She not only +missed the bite, but she got her little self mightily well +scared. With popping eyes and fear-flattened crest, she clung to +the thorn limb, shivering at the depths below; and it was the +greatest comfort when her brother plucked up courage and came +sailing across to her. But, of course, she could not be expected +to admit that. When she saw how easily he did it, she flared her +crest, turned her head indifferently, and inquired if he did not +find flying a very easy matter, once he mustered courage to try +it; and she made him very much ashamed indeed because he had +allowed her to be the first to leave the nest. From the thorn +tree they worked their way to the dead sycamore; but there the +lack of foliage made them so conspicuous that their mother almost +went into spasms from fright, and she literally drove them back +to the sumac. + +The Cardinal was so inordinately proud, and made such a brave +showing of teaching them to fly, bathe, and all the other things +necessary for young birds to know, that it was a great mercy they +escaped with their lives. He had mastered many lessons, but he +never could be taught how to be quiet and conceal himself. With +explosive "chips" flaming and flashing, he met dangers that sent +all the other birds beside the shining river racing to cover. +Concealment he scorned; and repose he never knew. + +It was a summer full of rich experience for the Cardinal. After +these first babies were raised and had flown, two more nests were +built, and two other broods flew around the sumac. By fall the +Cardinal was the father of a small flock, and they were each one +neat, trim, beautiful river birds. + +He had lived through spring with its perfumed air, pale flowers, +and burning heart hunger. He had known summer in its golden +mood, with forests pungent with spicebush and sassafras; +festooned with wild grape, woodbine, and bittersweet; carpeted +with velvet moss and starry mandrake peeping from beneath green +shades; the never-ending murmur of the shining river; and the +rich fulfilment of love's fruition. + +Now it was fall, and all the promises of spring were +accomplished. The woods were glorious in autumnal tints. There +were ripened red haws, black haws, and wild grapes only waiting +for severe frosts, nuts rattling down, scurrying squirrels, and +the rabbits' flash of gray and brown. The waysides were bright +with the glory of goldenrod, and royal with the purple of asters +and ironwort. There was the rustle of falling leaves, the +flitting of velvety butterflies, the whir of wings trained +southward, and the call of the king crow gathering his followers. + +Then to the Cardinal came the intuition that it was time to lead +his family to the orange orchard. One day they flamed and rioted +up and down the shining river, raced over the corn field, and +tilted on the sumac. The next, a black frost had stripped its +antlered limbs. Stark and deserted it stood, a picture of +loneliness. + +O bird of wonderful plumage and human-like song! W hat a precious +thought of Divinity to create such beauty and music for our +pleasure! Brave songster of the flaming coat, too proud to hide +your flashing beauty, too fearless to be cautious of the many +dangers that beset you, from the top of the morning we greet you, +and hail you King of Birdland, at your imperious command: "See +here! See here!" + + +End of Project Gutenberg etext of "The Song of the Cardinal" + diff --git a/old/scard10.zip b/old/scard10.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b2d22fc --- /dev/null +++ b/old/scard10.zip |