Chapter 10, Part 18 - Confucius

Seeing the countenance, it instantly rises. It flies round, and by and by settles.

The Master said, "There is the hen-pheasant on the hill bridge. At its season! At its season!" Tsze-lu made a motion to it. Thrice it smelt him and then rose.
~ James Legge translation via The Internet Classics Archive ~

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