1893  
Sept. 22.  
(No. 2)                                                                    
Lake Umbagog. Maine.
Lakeside. 
A stroll along the Errol road. 
  Canoe birches, red, sugar, mountain and striped maples, alders                   
naked viburnums, hobble bush, red stemmed cornels, white and                   
black ashes, - all these rise above or around me, and larches and
beeches are not far off. Some of the sugar maples are deep crim-
son, the mountain maples coppery orange to pale yellow, the pop-
lars and birches, old gold-but most off the foliage is still green. the
road is bordered on both sides by scrattering asters and golden
rod, tall grasses and frost browned brakes. As I stand in the
solitary road writing these notes, a crow is cawing and cows are                  
lowing in the distance. About me is the steady rustle and patter
of rain (which has begun again) falling on and through the
foliage. Now a Red Squirrel winds his clock. I have moved a
few rods and stopped again in a little opening shut in by spruces
among which a chickadee and several Golden crest are chirping.                  
A large flock of Titlarks pass overhead coming from the Lake and                  
flying southward, doubtless on migration. A Sharp-shinned Hawk
suddenly glides across the road like a shadow and alights on
a fence post within 20 yards of me,  sitting erect and still with
breast towards me - a young female. The Chickadees and Kinglets
chirp and the Hawk darts towards then like a flash for the scream
of  a captured bird but hear nothing save the usual cheery chirps
and calls. Now a Hermit Thrush begins clucking among some
elders. Sheep bleat in a pasture beyond the woods and a cow
[margin]Trees &
shrubs[/margin]
[margin]Sounds[/margin]
[margin]Birds.[/margin]
[margin]A Hawk
appears.[/margin]