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The Song of the Cardinal by Gene Stratton-Porter
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sight of a faint streak of gray in the distance. He had planned
so to subdue the little female he courted that she would come to
him; he was in hot pursuit a half day's journey away before he
remembered it.

No other cardinal ever endured such a chase as she led him in the
following days. Through fear and timidity she had kept most of
her life in the underbrush. The Cardinal was a bird of the open
fields and tree-tops. He loved to rock with the wind, and speed
arrow-like in great plunges of flight. This darting and twisting
over logs, among leaves, and through tangled thickets, tired,
tried, and exasperated him more than hundreds of miles of open
flight. Sometimes he drove her from cover, and then she wildly
dashed up-hill and down-dale, seeking another thicket; but
wherever she went, the Cardinal was only a breath behind her, and
with every passing mile his passion for her grew.

There was no time to eat, bathe, or sing; only mile after mile of
unceasing pursuit. It seemed that the little creature could not
stop if she would, and as for the Cardinal, he was in that chase
to remain until his last heart-beat. It was a question how the
frightened bird kept in advance. She was visibly the worse for
this ardent courtship. Two tail feathers were gone, and there
was a broken one beating from her wing. Once she had flown too
low, striking her head against a rail until a drop of blood came,
and she cried pitifully. Several times the Cardinal had cornered
her, and tried to hold her by a bunch of feathers, and compel her
by force to listen to reason; but she only broke from his hold
and dashed away a stricken thing, leaving him half dead with
longing and remorse.
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