1894
Sept. 21
Lake Umbagog, Maine.
  A clearing day with fresh W. wind and sunshine most
of the afternoon. Evening calm and very warm.
  Our Partridge was back on his old log this morning
and for about an hour (9 to 10 o'clock) he drummed at
short regular intervals. We all went up to see him
and both C.& E. R. S. became at once convinced that
the bird's wings did not strike his body but merely
the air. He behaved precisely as he did last year
and when drumming sat down on the same spot &
faced the same way.
[margin]Partridge
drumming
near camp[/delete]
  In the afternoon I sailed over to the Outlet and
then skirted the marshes as far as Moose Point
when the wind failed and I paddled through
Richardson's Carry into the river. During all this time
I did not see not hear a single Wader of any kind
but just before the sun set Lesser Yellow-legs began
whistling on the marsh and presently rose and flew out
over the Lake. I did not see them but judging by
their voices there must have been a number of them.
[margin]Sailing to
Outlet &
Moose Point[/margin]
[margin]Lesser Yellow-
legs[/margin]
An Eagle squealed at intervals in the direction of
Leonard's Pond.
[margin]Bald Eagle[/margin]
  Soon after sunset I went to the stand which
Jim made out in the marsh - the place where
I killed three Black Ducks last week. Clouds
had gathered in the west and the light failed
rapidly. The evening was perfectly calm and very
warm; the air soft and charged with the smell of
the marshes - a damp smell of decaying vegetation
[margin]Evening on
the Outlet
marshes[/margin]