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　treasuresthe　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　strangerall　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　l