Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1894
Sept. 13
(No 2)
Megalloway Riv.
bank. They heard me (it was dead still at the
time) and were so alert & suspicious that I
was forced to take a very long shot, getting one
bird with each barrel. That killed by the second
shot fell dead on the water but the other (the
one shot at sitting) flew across the meadow to
the edge of the woods when Will caught him
after a hot chase over fallen logs & through
brush heaps. Both are young birds.
[margin]Wood Ducks[/margin]
  Near this pool Will shot at an Eagle, an
immature bird of unusual size, which was
perched on a stub about 100 yards from the
river, but to Mr. Hubbards's & my satisfaction
the ball missed its mark.
[margin]Bald
Eagle[/margin]
  On reaching the marshes Jim & I waited half
-an-hour or so to see the evening flight of
Ducks. They were evidently badly demoralised by
my shooting into them last night for less than
half the usual number came in. I was on the
river bank and did not get a shot on this
occasion. The evening was gray & still. We
heard fewer Snipe than usual.
[margin]Outlet
Marshes at
evening[/margin]