PHOTOGRAVURE ^o 



JUNGLE HOME AND DRINKING-PLACE OF THE MALAY ARGUS PHEASANT 



In my houseboat on the Pahang River I penetrated to the haunts of the Argus Pheasant, and at night, 

 as I lay in my bunk, h'stened to their loud, persistent calling. It is a strong, penetrating, single note, kweau ! 

 and reaches far through the jungle, summoning the female, and doubtless at times inviting danger as well. 

 It is possible to distinguish between the voices of adult and immature birds, and even between those of 

 individuals when these are heard night after night. 



At sunset, just before the calling begins, the birds come down to drink from some pool near the border 

 of a stream. 



