1894.
Sept 7.
Lake Umbagog, Maine.
Pine Point.
Clear and warm with dense haze again.
  I returned to camp by the steamer this morning and
spent an uneventful day about camp but late in the
afternoon I sailed across to Richardson's Carry & into the
river where I trolled along the edge of the lily pads
catching a pickerel of about four pounds weight. He gave
me no end of trouble and wet me half through before I
succeeded in killing and slinging him securely on the deck
of my little canoe.
[margin]Trolling for
pickerel
in sailing
canoe.
Catch a
four pounder[/margin]
" [Sept.] 8
Cloudy with fresh S.E. wind which brought heavy showers of
rain late in the day.
  Mr. Hubbard and I remained at camp most of the day
but in the later afternoon we walked through the woods
to Osgood's Point returning along the lake shore.
  The Warblers are fast leaving us but I heard a Parula
singing early this morning and the lisp of several other
Warblers, which I could not identify, later in the day. 
Just after breakfast a Picoides came into the "green woods"
just east of the camp and clucked and hammered
noisily but I did not succeed in getting a sight at
him although I am very sure that the bird was a
P. arcticus.
[margin]Birds about
camp.[/margin]
  Deer signs seem to me to be much less numerous about
the Lake than has been the case during the past three
or four years but a good many of these animals were
seen during the summer it is said.
[margin]Deer signs[/margin]