Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1894
Sept. 10
(No 2)
Outlet Marshes
  Soon after breakfast I paddled across to the Outlet in
the sailing canoe. As I neared the land I saw a Whistler
swimming in the calm water and at once gave chase as
I suspected that he was the same wounded bird which
Jim & I tried to shoot  a week or more ago. This proved
to the the case for he began diving and doubling under
water as before but at the fifth dive I managed to
place the canoe in the right place & when he came up
I killed him.
  While I was following the Whistler four Golden Plover, all
young birds as I could plainly see through my glass, kept
flying about, now high, now low, whistling. One separated
from the others and alighted but he soon started again
and during the entire forenoon was almost constantly in
sight or hearing. I shot at him twice as he passed
high overhead. He seemed to be excessively wild & restless.
Soon after I had killed the Whistler a flock of 13
Blue-winged Teal (which, as I afterwards heard, Will
Sargent & Mr. Hubbard had started in Glaspy Cove where
they were sitting on the mud) came flying swiftly in from
the open Lake and disappeared in the direction of
Richardson's Carry. I spent the greater part of the forenoon
searching for them in [delete]the[/delete] likely places along the river and in
Leonard's Pond but without success. Late in the afternoon
Will & Mr. Hubbard again flushed them from some mud flats
bordering the river just opposite Richardson's Carry. They must
have spent the day on those flats although during my
search I landed there, walked about a good deal, and
used the glass freely. Teal on mud flats are exceedingly
difficult to see especially when they are sleeping with
their heads buried in their feathers.
[margin]Golden Plover[/margin]
[margin]Flock of 13
Blue Winged
Teal[/margin]