the song of the cardinal-第4部分

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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　arrivalstrim　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；　b