PHOTOGRAVURE 68 



JUNGLE HOME OF THE MALAY OCELLATED PHEASANT 



In one very deep, narrow gorge a cool rush of air forever siphoned down from the highlands, soughing 

 through the vine-draped limbs of a mighty jungle tree which reared its head high above the shadowed depths. 

 From this place an Ocellated Pheasant called for six nights in succession, the sound apparently coming from 

 the hillside some distance up the slope, if not from the branches of the great tree itself. 



