1903.
June 14
(No 5)
Lake Umbagog.
  safe to say that no one who does not possess an
ear capable of discriminating the (?) differences in
bird voices can hope to distinguish the song of the
Philadelphia from that of the Red-eyed Vireo even when
the two birds are performing at the same time in
neighboring tree tops.
  Immediately after dinner I crossed the Lake to
Upton in the gray sailing canoe. Jim Bernier met
me at the Mill and paddled me up Cambridge River
to the head of B. Meadows. It was a perfect
afternoon, cloudless with a fresh, cool east wind. The
river, swollen by the recent heavy rains to "driving pitch",
was everywhere over its banks and the bordering swampy
forest was flooded for miles. Nevertheless it was, as usual,
alive with birds most of which were in full song. B. Meadows
had been converted by the flood into a long, exquisitely
beautiful lake. A Bittern was pumping there among some
half-submerged bushes but we saw no Ducks. The latter
had no doubt been frightened away by a large gang of
lumbermen who were camping near the Forks and
peeling "popple".The fine groves of tall poplars in the
neighborhood are falling fast before the relentless axe
but the evergreen forest between the Forks and the 
mill has been cut into in but few places since my
last visit and most of the larger white spruces and
balsam firs along the river banks still remain untouched.
Black flies assailed us in clouds but, strange to relate,
there were practically no mosquitos, nor have there been
any anywhere about the Lake (save near Errol Dam)
this spring. Their absence has been due, no doubt, to
Trip up Cambridge River to B.Meadows
Bittern
Bark peelers
Distribution of poplars at Forks
Black flies & Mosquitos