Lake Umbagog.
1909
June 18 [June 18, 1909]
  Clear & very cool with a full gale of wind from N.W.
which increased, instead of diminished, at sunset. At 9 P.M.,
as I write this, it is blowing harder than ever and our
house boat strains at her cables & threatens to part them
although we still lie in our sheltered little cove. Never have
I known the Lake rougher, even in autumn. Great white capped
waves raced across the flooded meadows of Cambridge River
and the birches & poplars along the shores bent down like
stalks of grain before the furious blasts. I should think
that the Vireos which so often nest in them would 
have little chance of saving their eggs under such conditions.
  Birds sang rather freely about our cove in the 
early morning when there was comparatively little wind
but they lapsed into almost total silence as the day
wore on. When I visited the Tyler Bog at 4 P.M.
it was silent as the grass there. Indeed I heard
only three birds during this week, a Canadian Warbler
singing, a Sapsucker snarling and a Rusty Grackle calling.
  The ordinary call of the Sapsucker is best described
I think by the term snarl. It has a peevish, irritable
quality suggesting that the bird is in a fit of ill-temper.
The resemblance to the scream of the Blue Jay which
some writers have noted is not close. The Sapsucker's
note is lower & less resonant. It reminds me more
of the mew of the Cat-bird but is not closely like
that, either.
Call note of
Sapsucker
  A few Hylas are peeping in the distance as I write.
I have heard no other Batrachian to-day.