Lake Umbagog
Outlet
1896 
September 5
  Clear, the forenoon calm, the afternoon with strong S. E. wind
and gathering clouds presaging the approach of another storm.
  I was at daybreak this morning and after a hurried
breakfast started in the hunting canoe for the Outlet. There
was a dense fog but as a rather fresh breeze came from
the north as I left the point I felt confident of
striking somewhere near Richardson's Carry by simply
standing across, close handed, under [delete]sailed[/delete] sail. I sailed
and sailed and sailed, however, over what seemed an
endless expanse of gray water shrouded in gloomy fog.
At length I heard a Kingfisher rattle & one Osprey whistle
and presently a line of forest-clad shore became dimly 
visible straight ahead. Running close in I made my
old camping ground south of Moose's Rock! The breeze
had hauled into the west and I had missed even
the outlying point of marsh at the mouth of the river.
Standing back I made it safely next time. Just as
I entered the river a canoe with two young men appeared
coming out into the water. They had one Greater and two
Lesser Yellow-legs which they had just shot. As I
was talking with them two Greater Yellow legs came flying
past and I shot one of them. The other alighted
on the flats.  When I landed and approached this spot I found
two birds feeding together. They acted as if shy and restless
so I took a long shot at them killing one and wounding
the other which flew off to a little distance & was
soon afterwards killed by my young friends in the canoe.
I, meanwhile, was engaged with a number of small waders 
which I found on the flat. There were Ring necks,
four solitary Sandpipers, a Pectoral, a Baird's Sandpiper,
[margin]Lost in the fog[/margin]
[margin]Yellow legs of both species[/margin]
[margin]Waders
Ringneck P.
Baird S.[/margin]