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indeed, are to be met with in many mountain regions, but none, I should think, excelhng that of the Pangarango, in the variety, beauty, and abund- ance of its rare exotics.
By the time we reached the second Passangrahan a miserable-looking hut, little better than a cow- shed it was very cold. Ordering the coolies, there- fore, to light a fire, we set off on foot in search of some waterfalls, which we had been told were worth seeing. Our Avay lay through a perfect labyrinth of trees and shrubs, and almost at every footfall we lieard the cluck of some startled bird, as we came suddenly on coveys of quails, or, as the natives call tliem, j)uyos. Tliese Ijirds are about the size of our partridges, with Ijriglit black eyes, and a white excrescence iimncdiately below each. Tlieir breasts arc brown and red, and the wings grey. Several were kindly sent to me before I left the East, but my utmost care to keep them alive proved futile.
Our walk, as we continued, grew very stony and
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