Syrnium nebulosum . 
Lake Umbagog, Maine. 
1897. Just before we left our stand (in the Outlet marshes) to 
Sept. 11. paddle after the Black Ducks a prolonged and most Cat-like 
scream rang out from the stubs near Moll's Carry. Despite the 
distance (nearly half-a-mile ) this cry was so loud and pierc¬ 
ing - and withal so positively ferocious in expression - that 
I confess it startled me for a moment but the next, when it 
was repeated with a whoo-a ending, I recognized the author as 
a Barred Owl. Why have I never heard this cat yell in the 
South where the birds are so very numerous and where I have 
lived among them for weeks at a time? And why, indeed, is it 
not oftener heard here? The cry to-night was much shorter and 
less varied than that of the bird which awakened us all at 
Pine Point last year. It was exactly like the scream of an 
angry cat but without the growling termination (this may have 
been lost lest to me our ears because of the distance ) and 
many times louder. It could have been easily heard a mile or 
$ 
more away. 
