Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1893
Oct. 9
  Forenoon calm, clear and sultry -- really oppressive in the
sun.
  Soon after breakfast we heard the same mysterious cries
which I noted last night. They came from the direction of B.
Point off which floated a large bird which was too far away to
be made out distinctly, even with the aid of the glass, but
which Jim Bernier, who came up on the steamer a little later, 
told me was a Red-necked Greebe. He knew this species perfectly
well for I have shot several when with him. He says the steamer
ran past it within short gunshot range and he had a perfectly
good view of it. He also assures me that it was the only water
bird of any kind which they saw above the Narrows & the Lake
was a smooth as glass at the time. I now recollect hearing the
crar-ar-r-r-r cry in Oct.1890 and then attributing it to the
Red-necked Greebe. While the evidence in the present case is 
not, of course, conclusive I have no doubt that the Greebe was
the author, of these cries.
[margin]Holboell's Greebe
calling by
day[/margin]
  At about noon a threatening cloud rose in the west and we
had two violent thunder showers which were succeeded by a gale
from the north west which lasted all night. I have never known
the wind [to] blow harder. At sunset the Lake was covered with great
white-capped waves the crests of which were frequently picked up
by the fierce gusts and carried in wreaths of snowy spray for
[margin]Thunder
showers &[and]
a gale 
of wind.[/margin]