PHOTOGRAVURE i8 



WHERE HORSFIELD'S KALEEGE MAKES ITS HOME 



These pheasants wander in families or small companies through the dense jungles, coming now and 

 then upon beautiful streams, flowing slowly and quietly around the roots of great trees, or pouring in a 

 headlong cascade over a ledge of rocks. Here the birds slake their thirst and then pass on again into 

 the forest. I once watched a pair of birds scratching and pecking on a hillside among green begonias 

 and jack-in-the-pulpits, making the leaves and twigs fly in all directions. The sound could be heard for 

 many yards, but the vigilance of the birds never relaxed, and at the slightest suspicion of danger they 

 were off like two meteors. 



