Jungle By -Ways in India 



not good enough for his health any longer. Down 

 goes his head and he bolts part of the way across 

 the open, and with a tremendous ' swish, swish,' of 

 his powerful wings he leaps into the air, and with 

 his glorious peacock train flung in streamers to the 



Suddenly at ground-level a head appears. 



breeze he is off in the wake of the old cock. Two 

 brown shadows flick past on soaring wing — jungle 

 hens — and all is quiet again, save that the noise of 

 the beaters has now arisen to a prolonged howl. 



A crash in the jungle in front and then silence. 

 Another rush up to our right in the forest and again 

 a pause. Something heavy there. 'Sambhar'the 

 orderly mutters, and we nod. Will he break in 



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