Tringa maculata Lake Umbagog, Maine. 1889 Maine Sept. 29 E. Umbagop - Three on grassy flats near the Outlet. They kept together but apart from a small flock of Snumets. When the latter flew, however, they usually joined them. They waded knee deep in the water and our team across a narrow but deep channel. On the ground they were silent and rather slow of movement. They permitted a very close approach standing perfectly still and being hard to see but not squawking. At the last moment they would spring suddenly and make off precisely like a Snipe doubling & twisting, and uttering their peculiar notes incessantly. Their cry is a short, rough, gruttural, yet not unmusical errr, errr. I shot two both of which fell wing tipped. Neither attempted concealment although there were patches of tall grass and humpts of sand with hollows between. They usually waded out into the shallow water and when I found them uttered a loud prolonged scream which seemed to be merely a succession of the ordinary notes run together. When flying these Sandpipers look fully as large as a Snipe