Lake Umbagog, Maine.
1895
Aug.30
(no 4)
  Jim rowed me back to Lakeside in the afternoon
and a little before sunset I walked down the road
past Mr. Sweat's and turning into the pasture beyond
the Brook followed a narrow trail that led through dense 
spruce woods to a pasture on the hillside beyond. There
was not so much as a breath of wind and in the
still, clear air every sound of bird, beast & insect
could be heard at an unusual distance. The barking of
Red Squirrels, the chucking of Chipmunks and the nasal
whining of Nuthatches (Sitta canadensis) came almost
incessantly from every side. Now & then a Jay screamed
or a Thrush (T. swainsoni) uttered its liquid peenk. A
large Partridge flew suddenly from a log (when it had
doubtless gone to drum, for it was a "drumming log") within
two or three yards of the path. Much of the way the woods
was silent & lifeless. The foliage is still as green as in
midsummer in most places but a few beans are beginning 
to turn.
[margin]Lakeside[/margin]
[margin]Stroll through
pasture near
Sweat's[/margin]
[margin]sounds[/margin].
[margin]foliage[/margin]
  On my return just as I reached the road I saw a small
bird flying into a thicket of Viburnum opulus. I made a low
screeping when the bird at over showed itself, at first peeping
out shyly from the foliage but finally hopping out on a
nearly leafless branch where it permitted me to look at at [sic] for
a minute or more through my glass from a distance of only
six or eight paces. It was an Orange-crowed Warbler in full
autumn plumage, apparently a female for it had but little
yellow on the under parts & that confined to the breast.
There was another small warbler in the same bush which I
am practically certain was also H. celata but which I
cannot claim to have identified with absolute certainty.
Both birds behaved precisely alike hopping & flitting from twig
[margin]Helminthophila
celata[/margin]