1893. 
Sept. 23.                                                                                                     
Lake Umbagog, Maine.
Pine Point.
  The sun shone brightly most of the afternoon but a bank of                               
clouds in the west rose and finally overspread the entire sky.
Winds light and variable. Air warm.
  Left Lakeside in the steamer 7.30 A.M. with Jim and                                          
Will Sargent. We landed at Pine Point where we spent the fore-
noon preparing a place for our camp and cutting away the trees
and bushes that interfered with the views. Fresh deer tracks
were to be seen everywhere. A Red Squirrel was snickering,
Jays screaming, both species of Chickadees chirping, a Nuthatch
whining , a Kingfisher rattling by the shore, a Pileated Wood-
pecker shouting in the distance. A Copper's Hawk skimmed past
among the trees. One Robin Heard. Also a Black backed and                                  
Hairy Woodpecker.
[margin]We begin
work on
my new
camping 
ground[/margin]
[margin]Picoides arc[/margin]
  After lunch we separated, the men going off in the                                                       
boat in search of timber for our camp, I taking a sail in the
canoe, crossing first to Moose Point and thence beating down the
Lake to B. Point where the steamer overtook me.
[margin]Sail on
the Lake.[/margin]
  The marshes at the outlet are in fine condition for Ducks                                            
but much too wet for Snipe.  I saw nothing there except a Great
Blue Heron. Out in the lake I sailed within 200 yards                                                   
of four Scaup Ducks, all males with black heads and four adult
Velvet Scoters swimming with them. Also saw three Loons, very
[margin]Outer marshes[/margin]
[margin]Greater 
Scaups
Loons[/margin]