第 16 节
作者:青词      更新:2022-12-03 20:05      字数:9057
  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!〃
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