Lake Umbagog
1907
August 9
(No 6)
  Two of the windows of my room looked directly down
on a garden at the back of the house. It was about one
hundred feet square and enclosed by a picket fence along which,
on three sides, grew Canada plum bushes white with blossoms
in spring and loaded in autumn with attractive looking and not
unpalatable fruit. To these bushes came, at one
or another season, most of the smaller birds which inhabited
or visited the neighboring forest. In them
I have seen numbers of such rare or attractive Warblers as
the Tennessee, Cape May, Bay-breast, Blackburnian, Magnolia
Canadian and Mourning. Even the Hudsonian Chickadee occasionally
paid them a visit and when the bushes were in full bloom
they were sure to be literally alive with Hummingbirds - not
always to be quickly distinguished from the big bumble bees which
shared with them the abundant feast of nectar.
Lake House
  But I was not often in my room by day unless there were
birds to be skinned, eggs to be blown, or the too oft-neglected 
journal to be written.
If none of these things had to be done and if
it was too hot or too rainy to go into the woods the narrow 
little front piazza usually seemed the
most attractive place about the house. There one was sheltered from the sun
and rain as well as reasonably sure to enjoy a
chat with some brother sportsman or collector or with 
some guide who had just come from B. Pond or Rapid River perhaps with a bear skin, worn 
by its original owner only a few hours before or with 
a live Spruce Partridge that had been snared with a noose of
twine attached to a short pole, a feat by no means difficult of accomplishment.
The outlook from
the piazza, if less extended and impressive than that
from the opposite side of the side of the house, was very