PHOTOGRAVURE 30 



HOME OF THE RED JUNGLEFOWL 



In northern Burma I found the wild Junglefowl coming out to feed along the trails which lead from 

 village to village. They cluck and scratch among the turf, and take dust baths exactly like our domestic 

 fowl, and I have often found it difficult to shoot them, as the action seemed like unsportsmanlike slaughter 

 in a barn-yard. At the first hint of danger, however, they lower their tails and run headlong, like 

 pheasants, into the nearest underbrush. 



The nests are hidden away in the clumps of bamboo, a mere hollow being scratched out, or the eggs 

 deposited on the dry leaves. 



