Penobscot Bay, Maine.
1896
July 13
  Clear and dead calm most of the day, two thunder showers
passing near us in the late afternoon.
  As it was impossible to go anywhere with the sloop on account
of the absence of wind I spent the day about the house.
In the early evening I walked to the school house & back.
Birds were singing freely & I added the Black-billed Cuckoo &
the Woodcock to my list. The Cuckoo was singing in a bush-
grown pasture near the school house. The Woodcock rose from
the wet swale at the foot of the steep hill & ascended in a
spiral to a height of at least 200 ft. whistling loud & steadily.
Although I could not see him I could trace his flight easily
enough by the whistling. I felt sure he was going to sing
but the sound of his wings presently died away in the distance
towards the shore.