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Lake Umbagog. 
1897
Sept. 10            
  Another clear, warm day but with a strong W. wind
which later rose about 8 a.m.
[margin]Pine Point[/margin]
  Last night was simply perfect. There was no wind;
the air was dry and warm but not in the least sultry;
the full moon flooded the Lake and the opening
in front of the camp with its silvery light; even
the foot paths under the dense spruces & hemlocks could
be safely and easily traversed without the aid of a lantern.
Purdie and I sat out under the trees until nearly 
eleven o'clock. There were singularly few night sounds
considering the conditions just described. It is true 
that mice rustled and "Rabbits" thumped in the
undergrowth near at hand; that a Loon occassionally[sic]
laughed or uttered his long-drawn plaintive woo-loo-o
out on the Lake; that scarce a minute passed
when the faint lisp of a Warbler or the loud, clear
night-call of a Swainson's Thrush did not come to
our ears from the cloudless dome above. But where
were the Owls, Foxes and other distinctly nocturnal
creatures? Their voices would carry far on such
a night but not one did we hear.
[margin]A perfect
night.[/margin]
  The migration of Warblers and Swainson's Thrushes
has been heavy and continuous for the past six
nights but few of these birds show themselves by day
on our point. Indeed the Chickadees, Kinglets,
Canada Nuthatches & Creepers which regularly visit
camp in the early morning are rarely accompanied
 by more than three or four Warblers, & these are usually
Yellow-rumps, Redstarts, Parulas & Black-throated Blue
[margin]Migration[/margin]