Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1894
Sept.27
  Much warmer, the sun shining at frequent intervals
but the sky filled with masses of lazily-drifting clouds.
A moderate South wind.
  It was dead calm in the early morning and the
sky was nearly free from clouds. Hoping that those
conditions might continue I started, immediately after
breakfast, in one of the boats with Jim and my
camera. But before we had reached the point where I
camped in 1889-90 and when I intended to begin
operations the wind rose and the clouds blotted out
the sun. However I took one photograph of this
point and another from it of Moll's Rock. Then
we gave it up, rowed back to the Outlet and down
the river seeking something to shoot.
[margin]Photography[/margin]
  As we were passing the mud flats on the left shore
opposite Barnard's Pond I saw several small waders
sitting on little mounds of mud surrounded by water.
We pushed the boat towards them and soon made
them out to be Dunlins. As they appeared to be very
tame I decided to try to photograph them. Jim pushed
the boat slowly along over the mud until the bows
were within eight feet of three of the birds and I
put up my tripod and took ten pictures. My
subjects were scarce enough interested in what I was
about to so much as look at me although my 
focusing cloth waved & flapped in the wind and
the various doors, slides & springs of the camera clicked
& snapped loudly. During most of the time (about
two hours) the birds were asleep with their bills
buried in the feathers of the back (scapulars) but
[margin]Tringa a
pacifica.
Three
remarkably
tame birds[/margin]