JUNGLE HOME OF THE MALAY OCELLATED PHEASANT 
In one very deep, narrow gorge a cool rush of air forever siphoned down from the highlands, soughing 
through tlie vine-draped limbs of a mighty jungle tree which reared its head high above the shadowed 
depths. From this place an ocellated pheasant called for six nights in succession, the sound apparently 
coming from the hillside some distance up the slope, if not from the branches of the great tree itself 
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