Lake Umbagog.
Pine Point
1896
September 11
  Clear and warm with south wind. Ther. 80 [degrees] at noon.
  The morning was unusually beautiful for there
was no fog (the night had been too warm for it to form)
and the air was peculiarly soft and sweet with the
breath of the south wind. There were few small birds
on the Point - only two or three Warblers, a Chickadee or
two and a pair of Canada Nuthatches - but we had
two unusual visitors, viz. a Canada Jay and a Pileated
Woodpecker each the first of its kind that I have noted
here this year. The Jay kept high in the trees and 
avoided both the shore and our camp ground. It was
very noisy whistling and screaming about incessantly.
It went off in the direction of Glaspy Cove.
[margin]Birds about camp [/margin]
[margin]Canada Jay[/margin]
margin]Pileated W.[/margin]
  Two years ago this month Will Sargent and I heard, one
morning, a call new to us both and paddling out into
the dawn fog came upon two Loons playing together near
the Outlet and making the sound in question. I have
not heard it since until this morning when for nearly
half an hour before the wind rose it came at short
intervals from the direction of the Outlet where, with
the aid of a glass, I could see two Loons swimming
about in the calm water. I do not remember just how
I rendered it in 1894 but to-day I set it down as
varying from a rather deep and hollow hoo to an abrupt
oh. It is very human in tone and might be easily
mistaken for the call or ejaculation of a man. It
was repeated twice or thrice in quick succession as a 
rule but sometimes was only given once.
[margin]A Singular 
Loon call[/margin]