1894
Sept. 21.
(No 3)
Lake Umbagog, Maine.
  Besides the Snipe there were a lot of Pectoral &
Semipalmated Sandpipers, several Solitary Sandpipers and
a number of Ring-necked Plover. All these waders kept up
a constant calling and flitting to & fro. Altogether
the marsh was a peculiarly interesting place this mild,
still September evening. 
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  There were few Ducks, however. Indeed I saw only two, one
a Black Duck which gave me a fair shot at not
over thirty yards as it came rushing down on set wings
preparing to alight directly in front of me. I shot
at but unaccountably missed it.
  The other Duck looked like a Teal. It was so small
and shot past me so swiftly that I took it
for a Snipe until it had passed me & was on
the point of alighting. I flushed it as I was on
my way back to the boat but there was too little
light for a sure shot & I did not fire.
  The Great Horned Owls were hooting regularly on the
Moll's Rock shore when I left the marsh and later
I heard them from our camp distinctly across the
mile or more of open Lake.
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  As we paddled homeward a loud vibrating cry rang
out six or eight times in quick succession on the
Moose Point marsh. Jim who was with me assured
me that it was a Deer "blowing". It sounded to
me most like the haink of a Great Blue Heron
but as much louder and more quavering. I should
have never guess it to be a deer.
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