Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1895
Sept.8
  A glorious day with strong, steady W. wind and remarkably
clear air.
  Spent the forenoon about camp. In the afternoon Jim
rowed me to Whale's Back Cove where we saw nothing but a
Flicker, a Spotted Sandpiper, three or four Great Blue Herons & as
many Kingfishers. The sandy shore was covered with Heron tracks
and there was one old bird track which I took to be that
of a Golden Plover.
[margin]Whale-back
Cove[/margin]
  We sailed back past Moose Point to the Outlet were we
found a Black Tern in immature plumage flying about over
the marshes plunging down and bounding straight up
again like a playful Sparrow Hawk.
[margin]Outlet
Hydrochelidon 
surinamensis[/margin]
  We were rowing down the river when a Whistler rose about
200 yards ahead, crossed the marsh, circled out over the
Lake & returning passed within thirty yards of us when
I shot it. It is singular that this Duck and the Sheldrake,
although exceedingly shy birds when our attempts to approach
them on the water, will often fly past an unconcealed boat
within every range.
[margin]Whistler
shot[/margin]
  At sunset we pushed the boat into Richardson's Carry &
there awaited the evening flight of Ducks. Black Ducks
soon began coming from various directions, singly, in pairs,
and in small flocks. The greater number dropped into the
Moose Point marsh & a good many into the muddy pools
opposite the entrance to Leonard's Pond. For a long time
none came near us but at length a single bird gave me
a long shot. Feathers came from him as I fired out he
kept on evidently unhurt. A little later four birds came
directly over us. I fired at one which instantly dropped
[margin]Richardson's
Carry
Evening flight
of Water-fowl[/margin]
[margin]Duck shooting[/margin]