Hi F. Finn & H. H. Tamer— Two Hare Indian Pheasants. [No. 2, 



VIII.— Ort Two Bare Indian Pheasants. — By F. Finn, B.A., F.Z.S., 



Deputy Superintendent of the Indian Museum, and Lieutenant H. H. 

 Turner. 



(With exhibition of specimens.) 

 [Received 30tli May ; Read 6th June, 1900.] 



The Pheasants I am dealing with in the present brief paper were 

 met with in the Chin Hills during the present year by Lieutenant H. H. 

 Turner, who is responsible for the accompanying notes in brackets, and 

 who submitted his specimens of the birds to me for identification. 



Vhasianus humise. 



A typical male of this species, agreeing with the Manipur form, of 

 which we have a specimen in the Museum, not with the nearly white- 

 rnniped Ruby Mines race or species discriminated by me in J.A.S.B., 

 vol. lxvi, pt. 2, p. 523, and since named by Mr. Oates (Ibis, 1898, p. 124) 

 Calojohasis burmannicus. 



[I had left my camp, which was pitched about six miles from Fort 

 White, on the evening of the 6th March, to go after some Hill Partridge, 

 which one of my men had seen just below my camp ; not seeing any 

 signs of them, I walked on for about a mile, and was returning along 

 the road (the Fort White — Kalemyoroad), when glancing down the khud 

 I saw something grey disappearing in the long grass just below me. I 

 immediately started to go after it, when I saw what appeared to me a 

 light blue streak just disappearing. I immediately fired, but it was 

 with f;dnt hopes that I walked up to the spot, as not only did I think 

 the bird had disappeared before I shot, but I had just at the moment 

 of shooting slipped. I was therefore very much delighted when I saw 

 the blue streak tumbling down the hhud below me. I immediately 

 went after him and secured him ; as I was descending the original 

 grey bird, which was evidently the female, got up and flew a short 

 distance. I walked her up, and my dog again put her up ; unfortunately, 

 owing to the thick jungle, I was unable to get a shot. Walking on, 

 however, I put up another, whether a cock or hen I could not say, as 

 it was already dusk. I fired, but the bird flew away, and although I 

 believe it dropped, I could not find it. These birds when I saw them 

 were feeding amongst the dry leaves which littered the ground. 



The next evening I tried the upper side of the road and put 

 several (four at least) of these same birds out of some long grass on 

 a steep hill-side. I only managed to get one long shot, which was 

 not successful. I again tried the next morning, and was successful in 

 bagging another ; my dog put it up on our right, and flying very 



