PHOTOGRAVURE 8 



CHINESE HOME OF CABOT'S TRAGOPAN 



The distant Min River flows through Tragopan country, whose mountain slopes are studded with 

 pine saplings and spots of gorgeous azaleas. The second-growth and tangled turf and dwarf bamboos 

 make rapid progress impossible for anything larger than a pheasant. 



Into this cleared space there dashed, without warning, a cock and hen Tragopan; they zigzagged back 

 and forth, encircled the berry-covered tree and vanished into the scrub. The foliage dripped, the fog 

 soon shut tightly down, and to my ears came only the occasional whirring of the moisture-laden wings of 

 some passing small bird. 



