Lake Umbagog, Maine
Pine Point
1895
Sept.20
(no 3)
them far back into the woods. He ran over our feet &
over climbed half way up a leg of my camera while I
was getting it ready to photograph him.
  Early in the afternoon I sitting in the woods writing
this journal when a Partridge stepped up on a rock
within twelve feet (measured) of me and began quitting &
staring at me with curiosity & suspicion. After watching her
for several moments I tried to retreat & get my camera
but she took alarm & running a few yards flew off into
some dense undergrowth. The men heard a drummer on
the knoll a little later but he was not on the old log or was
probably not the bird that drummed there last year.
[margin]Partridge[/margin]
  As twilight was falling at evening a Whippoorwill sang
eight or ten notes within a few rods of my tent.
[margin]Whippoorwill
sings at eve[/margin]
  Wood Frogs croaked feebly in the early afternoon but
I heard no Hylas.
[margin]Wood Frogs
croaking[/margin]