Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1893.
Oct.11.
  A heavenly day, cloudless, very warm--yet not in the least
sultry or oppressive-- with light steady west wind.
  As soon as breakfast was over I made the round of every
trap and took from them four mice, three Red-backed and one
White-footed. A fourth Red-backed was killed with a spade by one
of the men. This "trapping gnomes" is indeed a fascinating pur-
suit and my first Red-back Mouse seemed as great a prize as a
rare Warbler. I spent the forenoon skinning the specimens. In
the afternoon sailed to the Outlet following the shore closely.
Near Moose Point a very large number of Sheldrake were swimming
about in the shallow water or sitting on the beach. I counted
forty-two and there were probably eight or ten more. Two
Whistlers were with them and three Great Blue Herons were stand-
ing on the shore a little beyond, the whole making a pretty
picture of bird life. The only Wader on the flats at the Outlet
was a Bonaparte's Sandpiper which was so tame that I had great
difficulty in making it fly. When I spattered water over it
with the paddle it would dodge behind a tussock and then peep out
at me. Although the evening was calm and mild we heard no Owls
hoot but the mysterious species came about the camp in the twi-
light and whistled a few times.
[margin]Trapping for 
Wood mice[/margin]
[margin]Goosanders
Whistlers
Herons
Bonaparte S'.
The Whistling
Owl visits
camp[/margin]
  The woods were alive with small birds in the early evening