Podilymbus podiceps. Lake Umbagog, Maine. 1896. At 8.30 A.M. I paddled over to the Outlet and entered the Sept. 2. river. I had gone but a little way when a Carolina Grebe started from under the left bank within four or five yards of me and flew past and behind me out into the Lake. There was absolutely no wind at the time. This bird looked like an a- dult, but another which I found among some lily pads farther down the river was certainly young. I followed the latter for some distance and repeatedly saw it sink instead of dive, drawing its head and neck down backwards. Sometimes it showed the rump--or perhaps the ends of the folded wings--as well as the head and neck with the back wholly submerged. I could trace its course beneath the water with perfect accuracy by the leaping and "skittering" of the numerous small pickerel which doubtless mistook it for a particularly large and vora- cious predatory fish. 23