1894
Sept.16 
Lake Umbagog, Maine.
  Sunday. Forenoon clear, afternoon cloudy. Light, varying winds
alternating with periods of dead calm.
  In the forenoon I paddled across the Lake to B. Brook 
Point, Jim accompanying me with a boat and some pails 
which we filled at the famous spring.
[margin]B. Brook Pt.[/margin]
 I came back alone sailing part of the way and landing
at the point where I camped in 1889 & 1890. The walls
of the old camp still stand (although many of the logs
are poplar) and two young fellows who are trapping musk rats
(a month in advance of the legal time) have added a
rude covering of board & tarred paper to serve as a roof.
A fresh musk-rat skin hung from a peg and a jack
lamp lay on the ground. The place was very untidy not
to say offensively dirty but it was nonetheless very beautiful.
[margin]Visit to my 
old camping 
ground near 
Moll's Rock.[/margin]
  The foliage has turned very rapidly these past two
days and the shores of the Lake, where red maples
grow profusely, were a perfect blaze of scarlet & crimson.
I saw no birds of any peculiar interest.
[margin]Autumn
foliage.[/margin]
Sept 17 
  A bright, sunny day with exceptionally clear air &
practically no wind.
 I spent the entire forenoon and a portion of
the afternoon, also, taking photographs near camp.
[margin] Photographing [/margin]
 Soon after the moon rose (about 8.30 P.M.) we all
went out on the Lake rowing towards Moose Point
where we heard many Ducks quacking & splashing in
the marsh. A dozen or more Black Ducks rose
near us. We also heard Great Blue Herons and, near
the Outlet, a Night Heron which flew about for some time
quawking.
[margin]Moose Point
by moonlight[/margin]