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'
  t