PHOTOGRAVURE 6 



HAUNTS OF THE WESTERN TRAGOPAN 



Steep mountain sides of rugged, outjutting rocks, where only turf and saxifrage can find roothold ; 

 more gentle slopes covered with sombre forests of deodars and silver firs; park-like vistas of emerald 

 lawns starred with hosts of strawberry blossoms ; such is the home of the Western Tragopan. In the warm 

 sunshine the chicks spread wide their plumage, and lying on their sides lazily kick the dust over their little 

 feathers. With the cool onrush of cloud shadow they shake themselves and hastily preen their disarranged 

 plumage. When the storm from the Tibetan upland breaks, the little Tragopans scuttle for shelter beneath 

 the ample wings of the gende grey mother. 



