﻿LIST 
  OF 
  PHOTOGRAVURES 
  xv 
  

  

  Photogravure 
  56. 
  HOME 
  OF 
  IJIMA'S 
  COPPER 
  PHEASANT 
  IN 
  SOUTHERN 
  

  

  JAPAN 
  .......... 
  Facing 
  page 
  170 
  

  

  Photographs 
  by 
  William 
  Beebe. 
  

  

  The 
  most 
  beautiful 
  spots 
  beloved 
  by 
  Ijima's 
  white-backed 
  Copper 
  Pheasant 
  are 
  carefully 
  

   preserved 
  because 
  of 
  regard 
  for 
  some 
  ancestral 
  shade 
  whose 
  body 
  lies 
  buried 
  near 
  by. 
  Such 
  

   a 
  place 
  has 
  a 
  carpet 
  of 
  ferns, 
  bracken 
  and 
  soft 
  bamboo 
  grass, 
  and 
  a 
  mid-growth 
  of 
  graceful 
  

   camellias 
  — 
  the 
  tsubaki 
  of 
  the 
  Japanese 
  — 
  whose 
  myriad 
  scarlet 
  bell 
  flowers 
  sway 
  in 
  the 
  wind, 
  

   their 
  clapper 
  stamens 
  muffled 
  with 
  knobs 
  of 
  yellow 
  pollen. 
  High 
  above 
  all 
  rises 
  the 
  great, 
  

   evergreen 
  expanse 
  of 
  camphor 
  trees, 
  in 
  grace 
  and 
  size 
  rivalling 
  any 
  grove 
  of 
  English 
  oaks. 
  A 
  

   single 
  leaf 
  plucked 
  from 
  the 
  mighty 
  branches 
  perfumes 
  the 
  whole 
  glade 
  with 
  the 
  aromatic 
  

   camphor 
  incense. 
  

  

  The 
  upper 
  photograph 
  shows 
  open 
  Copper 
  Pheasant 
  country 
  near 
  the 
  southern 
  coast 
  of 
  

   Kiusiu, 
  facing 
  the 
  great 
  island 
  volcano 
  of 
  Sakuragima. 
  The 
  lower 
  photograph 
  is 
  a 
  grove 
  of 
  

   camphor 
  trees 
  where 
  several 
  pairs 
  of 
  pheasants 
  lived 
  and 
  roosted. 
  

  

  Photogravure 
  57. 
  NEST 
  AND 
  EGGS 
  OF 
  IJIMA'S 
  COPPER 
  PHEASANT 
  

  

  Photographs 
  by 
  William 
  Beebe. 
  Facing 
  page 
  174 
  

  

  This 
  nest 
  of 
  five 
  eggs 
  was 
  a 
  late 
  one, 
  and 
  possibly 
  the 
  second 
  attempt 
  of 
  a 
  hen 
  whose 
  

   earlier 
  effort 
  had 
  come 
  to 
  naught 
  through 
  a 
  marauding 
  fox 
  or 
  raven. 
  The 
  nest 
  was 
  a 
  mere 
  

   depression 
  near 
  the 
  base 
  of 
  a 
  tall 
  tree, 
  and 
  protected 
  only 
  by 
  a 
  few 
  stalks 
  of 
  grass. 
  The 
  hen 
  

   was 
  not 
  seen, 
  although 
  the 
  eggs 
  were 
  warm 
  when 
  I 
  first 
  discovered 
  them. 
  She 
  had 
  slipped 
  off 
  

   and 
  away 
  while 
  I 
  was 
  still 
  at 
  a 
  distance. 
  

  

  Photogravure 
  58. 
  HOME 
  OF 
  THE 
  BURMESE 
  BARRED-BACKED 
  PHEASANT 
  

  

  Photographs 
  by 
  William 
  Beebe. 
  Facing 
  page 
  186 
  

  

  My 
  first 
  view 
  of 
  this 
  bird 
  came 
  when 
  I 
  was 
  waiting 
  for 
  some 
  silver 
  kaleege 
  pheasants 
  to 
  

   appear 
  at 
  their 
  usual 
  drinking 
  place 
  on 
  the 
  banks 
  of 
  a 
  rushing 
  stream. 
  I 
  was 
  rather 
  hopeless 
  

   of 
  any 
  result, 
  for 
  I 
  had 
  been 
  discovered 
  and 
  was 
  being 
  abused 
  by 
  a 
  pair 
  of 
  squirrels 
  and 
  a 
  

   mob 
  of 
  laughing 
  thrushes, 
  when 
  a 
  new 
  voice 
  was 
  added 
  to 
  the 
  general 
  hubbub 
  — 
  a 
  series 
  of 
  

   rapidly 
  uttered 
  chucks 
  of 
  alarm 
  and 
  suspicion 
  from 
  a 
  low 
  tree. 
  A 
  moment 
  later, 
  with 
  a 
  

   loud 
  beating 
  of 
  wings, 
  a 
  Burmese 
  Barred-back 
  swung 
  into 
  view. 
  It 
  alighted 
  on 
  a 
  stump, 
  gave 
  

   one 
  glance 
  in 
  my 
  direction, 
  uttered 
  a 
  single 
  loud 
  chack 
  ! 
  and 
  dashed 
  off 
  at 
  full 
  speed. 
  

  

  The 
  home 
  of 
  these 
  birds 
  consists 
  principally 
  of 
  dense 
  mountain-side 
  forests, 
  cut 
  by 
  

   tumbling 
  brooks 
  and 
  streams. 
  

  

  Photogravure 
  59. 
  HAUNTS 
  OF 
  ELLIOT'S 
  PHEASANT 
  . 
  . 
  . 
  Facingpage 
  192 
  

  

  Photographs 
  by 
  William 
  Beebe. 
  

  

  High 
  up 
  on 
  the 
  semi-bare 
  mountain 
  sides, 
  most 
  elaborate 
  and 
  ancient 
  Chinese 
  graves 
  are 
  

   occasionally 
  seen, 
  beautifully 
  carven, 
  yet 
  fitting 
  harmoniously 
  into 
  their 
  setting. 
  One 
  evening 
  

   I 
  saw 
  a 
  cock 
  Elliot 
  Pheasant 
  make 
  his 
  way 
  to 
  the 
  top 
  stone 
  of 
  a 
  graceful 
  grave 
  balustrade. 
  

   After 
  preening 
  his 
  plumage 
  in 
  the 
  failing 
  light, 
  the 
  bird 
  hopped 
  down 
  and 
  settled 
  for 
  the 
  

   night 
  between 
  two 
  carven 
  blocks. 
  Curiously 
  enough, 
  he 
  roosted 
  head 
  inward, 
  tail 
  hanging 
  

   down 
  outside 
  facing 
  the 
  slope, 
  and, 
  to 
  my 
  way 
  of 
  thinking, 
  this 
  was 
  a 
  great 
  mistake, 
  for 
  any 
  

   marten 
  or 
  other 
  marauder 
  could 
  cut 
  off 
  the 
  bird's 
  only 
  way 
  of 
  escape. 
  However, 
  the 
  pheasant 
  

   doubtless 
  had 
  his 
  own 
  good 
  reasons 
  for 
  his 
  reversed 
  position. 
  As 
  I 
  slipped 
  away, 
  the 
  grave 
  

   was 
  beginning 
  to 
  be 
  silvered 
  by 
  the 
  moon, 
  and 
  I 
  left 
  the 
  living 
  bird 
  and 
  the 
  carven 
  phoenix 
  

   side 
  by 
  side. 
  

  

  Photogravure 
  60. 
  MOUNT 
  ARIZAN 
  : 
  HOME 
  OF 
  THE 
  MIKADO 
  PHEASANT. 
  

  

  Photograph 
  by 
  W. 
  R. 
  Price. 
  Facing 
  page 
  198 
  

  

  The 
  Mikado 
  Pheasant 
  lives 
  among 
  the 
  wild 
  fastnesses 
  of 
  Mount 
  Arizan, 
  Formosa. 
  Dense 
  

   forests 
  clothe 
  the 
  steep 
  slopes 
  to 
  the 
  very 
  summit, 
  clinging 
  to 
  sheer 
  cliffs, 
  overhanging 
  breathless 
  

   gorges. 
  

  

  Here, 
  from 
  a 
  mile 
  and 
  a 
  half 
  to 
  two 
  miles 
  above 
  the 
  sea, 
  in 
  gloomy 
  cypress 
  jungles 
  and 
  among 
  

   bamboo 
  and 
  rhododendron 
  thickets, 
  these 
  magnificent 
  velvety-black 
  birds 
  feed, 
  and 
  call, 
  and 
  

   mate, 
  and 
  rear 
  their 
  chicks. 
  Where 
  man 
  can 
  only 
  cling, 
  and 
  creep 
  with 
  snail-like 
  pace, 
  the 
  intimate 
  

   life 
  and 
  habits 
  of 
  these 
  pheasants 
  must 
  long 
  remain 
  a 
  mystery. 
  

  

  