Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1893
Oct. 8
  Clear with light winds from every point of the compass.
Very warm for the season.
  Sailing on the Lake in the forenoon passing Moose Point and
the Outlet. A Bonaparte's Sandpiper feeding on the flats. At
the latter was the only wader seen, a Whistler diving near Moose
Point the only Duck. In the afternoon worked with Will on a
trail from camp to Osgood's Point. The Partridge sat on his
favorite log as I passed and Charlie heard him drumming after-
wards. Very few small birds about to-day.
[margin]Sail on Lake[/margin]
[margin]Bondaparte S'.
Whistler
Partridge[/margin]
  The evening was warm, still and cloudy. The jack light of
some deer hunters glimmered faintly in the distance along the 
Block Island shore and at about 8 P.M. we heard them fire seven
shots in quick succession.
  A Horned Owl hooted five or six times as twilight was
deepening into night and after I had gone to bed the deep sonor-
ous voice of a Great Horned Owl came at regular intervals from
the direction of Moll's Rock.
[margin]Bubo[/margin]
  At frequent intervals during the evening and, at times,
quite regularly, every half minute or so, a strange sound came to
our ears from the Lake, a sound which none of us had ever heard
before. To be more accurate there were two sounds which,
although radically different, evidently proceeded from the same
[margin]Holboells Grebe
calling at
night[/margin]