Penobscot Bay, Maine.
1896 
July 14
  Another day of nearly dead calm and very warm, too, for 
this coast where ordinarily I have worn winter clothes with 
positive comfort.
  As we were unable to use the sail boat we spent 
the day working about the house. Hearing that a large
three-masted schooner struck on a ledge at the 
entrance to Eggemoggin Reach I started immediately after 
supper for Conary's Point whenever I had a good view of 
her as she lay on the top of the ledge quite out of 
water even to her keel.
  While passing through the dense spruce woods between 
the school - house and the point, a distance of evenly half - 
a - mile, I heard a great many common birds singing
among them four Black & Yellow Warblers every one of which sang exactly 
alike and gave the witty - witty - wiechee 
form of song. One bird, however, occasionally put in a 
third "witty" and frequently substituted a different song 
altogether a witteo - witteo (always two "witters" & no more) 
which was remarkably like the song of Geothlypis Trichas.
  In the woods I also heard a Winter Wren, the first 
that I have found in this region & probably a rather 
rare bird here. He was in a wet swale wooded 
with young spruces & balsams & sang half a dozen times or 
more with some vigor but yet not as our Umbagog 
birds sing in May & early June.
  On the way back while passing through the hollow where 
I saw the Woodcock last evening I heard a Nighthawk
paap several times & then boom. Although I was 
listening for & half - expecting to hear the Woodcock 
I recognized the nighthawk quality of voice at the first cry.