Lake Umbagog.
1909.
June 12 [June 12, 1909]
  Cloudless but densely smoky from distant forest fires. Warm
with fresh westerly winds.
  Although the weather conditions were closely similar to those
of yesterday the birds sang comparatively little and without much
spirit, even at morning & evening. Perhaps the smoke may have
silenced them. One could smell, as well as see, it. It did
not similarly depress the Bartrachians, however. At morning &
evening the chorus of Toads and Hylas drowned all other sounds
and almost made one's ears ache. Bull Frogs have been bellowing
freely, too. I heard a few Green Frogs last evening & this.
Batrachian
voices
  The shad bush has shed its blossoms & set its fruit and
the blossoms of the wild red cherry are fading. Those of the
hobble bush are nearly gone. Rhodora is making a wonderful
show about the lake shores. Its flowers are pure deep rose
color here & much finer in every way than in Massachusetts.
In the fields & pastures the dwarf cornel is now in bloom
as is also the wild strawberry. The ground is snowy white in
places with their pretty blossoms. Dandelions are nearly out
of bloom. Violets still adorn many of the moister places.
Trilliums are past or at least I have seen none in bloom
of late.
Wild flowers
  A Night Hawk came over our cove this evening flying
high and peeping but it did not boom. A Fish Hawk
and a Herring Gull were circling over the flooded meadows
about the same time.
  The lake is simply swarming with Horned Pouts about 
one half grown. They collect about our boat and devour
pretty much every kind of food that we throw into the water.
 Horned
 [Pouts]
  A Musk Rat has taken possession of my floating boat house.