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　wer