Irides hazel; feet dull grey, front of tarsi and toes blackish,
polished; beak grey, blackish at tip, tinged with flesh-colour at
base; tongue ending in a long horny point; no naked skin on head.
General plumage brown, each feather marked through the centre with
a pointed pencil of pure white. On the crown the hue is dusky, the
centres being merely paler; on the neck the centres are large, and
give the prevailing hue; it is on the fore-back and wing-coverts
that the centres assume their beautiful form and distinctness.
The quills, greater coverts, loins, rump, and tail, are destitute
of white centres. On the inner wing-coverts, the breast, belly,
and thighs, the brown is dull, and the centres large and well
marked; the edges of the feathers loosely webbed. On the cheeks,
the markings pale and indistinct; chin impure white. The brown of
the back, wings, and tail is of an exceedingly rich deep hue, very
silky, and displaying an iridescent glow of purple, like that of
shaded silk. Wings short, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth quills,
equal. First quill short, sickle-shaped; the outer web attenuated,
and the inner dilated, towards the point. Tail broad, rounded, of
twelve feathers. Under tail-coverts, large, nearly reaching the
tip. Claws obtuse. Beak slender, upper mandible curved, blunt at
tip; lower mandible straight; both rounded at edges; the _rami_
of the lower soldered together at about half the length, where
the cavity is nearly obliterated. The mandibles do not close
accurately. Nostrils perforate.
This curious bird, which, from its anomalous formation, has been
a subject of considerable interest to ornithologists, seems to be
much better known by its form and plumage, than by its habits. I am
glad to be able to give some particulars of its history from my own
observation, as well as from that of my friend, Mr. Hill.
The Clucking-hen derives its provincial name from its ordinary
voice, when ranging its mountain solitudes. One day in August, I was
collecting mosses on the Bluefields Peak, where it is densely covered
with tall but slender wood, when Sam called my attention to this bird,
which we heard walking at a little distance, around us, crackling the
dried sticks and stones, and clucking deliberately with a voice exactly
resembling that of a sauntering fowl. I sent the lad round to drive
it gently towards me, while I remained still; and presently I saw it
walking swiftly to and fro, but a few yards distant. While Sam was
pursuing it it rose to wing, and alighted again immediately; but soon
ran into the recesses of the woods beyond reach.
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