1893
Sept. 25.
Lake Umbagog, Maine.
Pine Point.
  A gray sky and strong south-east wind which covered the
Lake with white caps and drove occasional showers of fine rain
across the landscape.
[margin]I go into 
camp there
for the 
first time.[/margin]
  With Jim Bernier and Will Sargent I left Lakeside on the
steamer at 8 o'clock this morning. We took with us my entire
camping outfit and landing on Pine Point pitched the tents in
a grove of young birches interspersed with firs, spruces and
arbor vitae. The afternoon was spent in clearing away the
under growth and making a path to the water's edge.
[margin]Clearing the
ground.[/margin]
  At 5.30 P.M. I rowed to Moose Point taking Don. Pushing
the boat in under the bank on the south shore I waited for the
Ducks. The first I saw were two Wood Ducks which came out of
the grass near me. As I put up the gun one rose and I shot it.
The other swam back into the grass. Both were young birds
scarce able to fly. About 25 Black and Wood Ducks came into 
the marsh as it was getting dark but I had no more shots.
Heard a Solitary Sandpiper and a Snipe.
[margin]Black Ducks
Wood Ducks
Snipe.[/margin]