PHOTOGRAVURE 21 
HOME OF RIPPON’S SILVER AND OF EASTERN HYBRID KALEEGE 
Turse of these rare hybrids crossed this trail one day, headed into a wild, deep gorge. The mountains 
rose high on all sides, except to the northward, where the purple distance ended in the jagged ranges of 
the unexplored tri-corner of Tibet, Yunnan and Burma. 
Parrakeets and flycatchers screamed, and at last I heard the tremulous wing-whirr of a pheasant. 
But it was an hour later before the timid birds appeared—clad in ebony and white, walking slowly 
downward, on their way to the water at the bottom of the gorge. 
