Lake Umbagog.
Outlet Marshes.
1896
September 7
  Clear with fresh N.W. to W. wind. Warmer, ther. rising to 60 [degrees].
  Starting at 5.30 a.m. I paddled across the Lake through
a dense fog laying my course by compass for Richardson's
Carry and striking about 100 yards south of it. As soon
as I recognised the shore and when fully forty yards
from it I began turning the canoe. The sound of the paddle
started a flock of a dozen or more Black Ducks from
a shallow pool in the marsh. They must have been at
least eighty yards from me when they rose but by a
sudden impulse I fired and one of them fell, evidently
with a broken wing. I got ashore as quickly as
possible but of course my bird had disappeared. I
beat about through the grass for some time & was on the
point of giving up the search when the foolish Duck
started merely a gun shot off and quacking loudly
began running & flapping on the mud when I finished
it with another charge.
[margin]A morning's
shooting on
the Outlet
Marshes.
Long shot
at a Black
Duck[/margin]
  Passing through the Carry and crossing the river I found
the extensive mud flats on the left shore simply alive
with small waders. There were fully thirty Eruenetes, several
Semipalmated Plover, two Bonaparte's Sandpipers, a Pectoral,
a Solitary and about a dozen Snipe. The last were
behaving in a most interesting manner running about on
the level and perfectly bare mud a hundred yards or
more from my canoe. Every now and then they would
draw together in a close bunch like Peeps. I had
several opportunities to kill at least five or six at a shot
had I wished. They probed a little but seemed to
be chiefly engaged in picking up food. All the
while the fog hung low & dense over the flat. When
[margin]Waders[/margin]
[margin]Singular
behavior of
Wilson's Snipe[/margin]