Lake Umbagog.
1896.
August 27
(No 2)
  We returned to camp for dinner and at 6 P.M. started
again across the Lake. As I was paddling out of our cove
two Turnstones, the first I have seen here for very many years,
came flying past me from behind & alighted near the end
of Pine Point where they roam about over the rocks on the
water's edge. They started again just as I got within gun
range. I fired one barrel at each successively but both
kept on around the point. Following them I soon saw
one of them feeding along the shore & killed it sitting.
The other we found dead among the rocks it having
been mortally wounded by the first discharge. Both
proved to be young birds. They uttered a short, rolling,
 throaty whistle as they flew. Will Sargent said that
they started from the shore at the extreme end of our
cove just as we began rowing out from the wharf.
[margin]Arenaria
interpres
on Pine
Point.[/margin]
  As I approached Moose Point the Crocker party comprising
four young men landed and took stations along the
southern shore. As they covered practically the whole of
this ground I kept on and entered the creek which
leads to Leonard's Pond going up it about 20 yards
and then pushing the canoe into a bed of bullrushes
which afforded sufficient concealment. As I took
this station the sun had already set and the
mountains to the westward were veiled in a rich
plum-colored haze. A light breeze from the north west
rustled the reeds about me. The marsh now nearly
dry, was covered with rank but not very tall grass
of a golden green color very bright in contrast with
the dark background of woods & mountains. It looked 
as if the sun's rays were still striking aslant the meadows. 
[margin]Coloring
of the Marsh[/margin]