Penobscot Bay, Maine.
1896
July 16
  Clear and cool with strong N.W. wind.
  We passed the night on the boat and arose this
morning just as the sun was rising. An hour later
our driver appeared with the same excellent horse and
wagon that we had yesterday and we were soon on our
way to Walker's Pond. The road leads along near the
shore for the first few miles and then, turning inland,
climbs a long hill from the top of which over looks
directly down on the pond on one side and off
over Penobscot Bay on the other. Altogether the
distance to Brooksville, a small village at the N.E.
end of the pond, was perhaps seven miles.
  On reaching this village we asked about Loons' nests
and were told that there was now only one on the pond
although there used to be two each season years ago.
  Everyone seemed to know all about the nest of
the present season and not unnaturally for it was
scarce 300 yards from the middle of the little village
& in plain sight of the little country store at which we
stopped to make enquiries[sic] while it was actually within
50 or 60 yards of a landing where three or four boats
are kept. The young men of whom we hired one of these
boats pointed out the position of the nest and
rowing across the little cove we entered the mouth
of a shallow muddy creek and were soon at the
nest. The young had left it, we were told, about
a week before. As I was anxious to see them we
rowed entirely around the pond entering all the
coves and following the shore closely but we could
find only one of the old birds which was quite