Arenaria interpres. Lake Umbagog, Maine. 1896. As we were paddling out of our cove this afternoon two Aug.27. Turnstones, the first I have seen here for many years, came flying past me from behind and alighted near the end of Pine Point where they ran about over the rocks on the water's edge. They started again just as I got within gun range. Following I shot them both (fuller account in Journal). Both proved to be young birds. They uttered a short, rolling, throaty whistle as they flew.