Lake Umbagog, Maine.
Pine Point
1894
Sept. 14
  Cloudy with light rain & light varying winds. Very warm.
  Soon after breakfast, Will discovered a solitary bird
standing on an isolated rock off the point
to the south of our cove. I could not make it
out through the glass so we launched a boat
and paddled out to it. It proved to be a
Black-bellied Plover, a young bird. It kept running
about on its limited domain and appeared to
be feeding. It took no apparent notice of our
approach and when in was within about thirty
yards I shot it.
[margin]Charadrius
squatarola[/margin]
  C. & E.R.S. arrived from Errol on the train
at about half-past three and Mr Hubbard left
us an hour later and started for Boston.