Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1894
Sept. 28
  A rare autumn day with cloudless sky, clear, crisp yet
balmy air and light south wind.
  The fog hung late this morning and it was so very dense
that up to the time when it began to be dissipated
by the sun & the light southerly wind we were uncertain
whether the day was to be fair or foul. At 10 a.m.
Jim and I started in the large boat for the Megalloway
to take photographs. As we were getting off a number 
of shots were fired in the direction of Richardson's Carry
and there was a continuous fusilade while we were
crossing the Lake. We found two young men, evidently
city sportsmen, wading about over the flats where
we photographed the Dunlins yesterday banging away
at what appeared to be the last survivors of that
unfortunate little flock. At least we saw them shoot
two Dunlins on nearly the very spot where one bird
was peacefully sleeping yesterday. They said they were
shooting "Snipe". They flushed both birds before they
would shoot at them.
[margin]Outlet
marshes[/margin]
[margin]The tame(?)
Dunlins
again[/margin]
  We kept on up the Megalloway landing at the first
little pond hole on the left in which we saw Black
Ducks. I had not the time for a careful stalk and
the birds either saw me or heard my hurried steps &
went out long before I was within shot.
  We launched at Pulpit Rock where I took two
photographs & three round straight on to Bottle Brook
Pond where I took five more. I saw no Ducks in
this pond but a Wood Duck and a flock of about
twenty-five Black Ducks flew on it while I was there.
Up to this time the wind, although light, had given
[margin]Megalloway
River.
Black Ducks[/margin]
[margin]Photography.
BottleBrook
Pond
Wood Duck
Black " [Duck][/margin]