Lake Umbagog, Maine
1895
Sept. 11.
  A dull, cloudy day, warm & sultry with little wind.
[margin]Moose Pt.[/margin]
  I did not go out until evening when Jim rowed me
over to Moose Point. Although we saw not a single Duck
last night on our way across the Lake I could hardly
believe that they had really stopped coming to the
marshes at evening. Such is undoubtedly the case 
however for to-night only one alighted there & a small
bunch (five or six) flying high & passing on towards
the north were all the others we saw. The reason 
why they have discontinued coming is obvious enough; the
Lake has fallen so considerably this past week that their
former feeding grounds are now bare mud flats. Ducks
will not feed where they cannot swim.
[margin]Ducks cease
visiting Moose
Point at
evening[/margin]
  A few Herons came to the marsh but we heard no
waders except what I took to be a Golden Plover
although its call was not just right for that species.
The bird, whatever it was, flew about high in air for
a long time & finally went off down the Lake.
[margin]Herons[/margin]
[margin]Golden Plover(?)[/margin]