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!"