Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1894
(Sept.29)
Perhaps the finest day of this exceptionally delightful autumn,
cloudless, calm with clear air and delicious sunshine.
  I spent the entire day taking photographs. In the
morning Jim rowed me to Black Island Cove, in the 
afternoon to Moon Point, Bernard's Pond, and up
the Megalloway to the Leonard Pond Carry. In all
I exposed about two dozen plates. The conditions for
unusual success were nearly perfect and if I
made many failures it was my own fault.
[margin]Photographing
about the Outlet[/margin]
  Although I had no intention of doing any shooting I
took the little 20 gauge gun with a few shells. It
was well that I did so for an unexpected piece of
good luck befell me - nothing less than the killing of
a fine Canada Goose - the third that I have thus far
bagged and the first that I have shot here. Jim and
I with a young uptown hunter, Godwin by name, were
standing on Black Island reef and I was in the
act of taking a photograph of the rocky island just
above the reef when happening to look up I saw a
huge bird cowering from up the Lake. At first I
took it for a Great Blue Heron but as it set its
wings and scaled swiftly down a steep incline towards
the water I saw that it was a Canada Goose. It
alighted on the south side of the island within a
few yards of the rocky shore to which it swarm
and then clambered up on a rock. I exposed my
plate and then Jim and I discussed the situation.
We were scarce 100 yards from the bird and in
plain sight of it. There seemed no hope of approaching
[margin]Canada
Goose
I shoot 
one at
Black Id.[/margin]