Anas obscura rubripes. 1889, October 8. Lake Umbagog. Whale Back Cove. Next to Whale Back Cove. About 20 Black Ducks in grass among the stubs quacking loudly. Paddled up behind a bush and waited. They swam within 30 yds., working busily in devious courses among the drift wood. I could not get two together and finally they rose and came straight at us, some passing within ten yards or less. I fired both barrels at high birds. The first flew about 50 yds. and fell, the other although hard hit kept on. The one I killed was a fine large bird, evidently a northerner. 1890, October 3. Lake Umbagog. The Outlet. About several of the shallow pools the water and mud were covered with the feathers of Black Ducks and I saw other fa- miliar signs of their recent presence, such as torn up roots of aquatic plants, etc. They doubtless visit these marshes at night to feed and spend the day in some of the back ponds. The hunters camping on Moll's Rock keep up such an incessant racket with their rifle practise, shouting, etc. that it is no wonder the shyer birds avoid the marshes opposite. October 15. Lake Umbagog. Bottle Brook Pond. I shot one barrel at four or five (Black Ducks) that were somewhere near together, killing one and wounding another, while with my second barrel I dropped a single bird. The wounded Duck flew down the arm to the river bank, then turned to the right into the woods where Don found it in a hole under the roots of an up- turned tree. It proved to be a partial albino, a beautiful bird mottled on the back and wings with pure white. 23