Bonasa umbellus togata. 1889, September 30. Lake Umbagog. One in a logging camp. I got two on the way to the pond (B Pond), one of which log was sitting in a corner of an old camp the roof of which had fallen in. October 21. Lake Umbagog. Glaspy Cove. Hearing a Grouse chitter we landed and I at once saw a magnificent drummer strutting among the driftwood, his tail erect and spread like a fan. Shot him when others began to chitter and stalk along among the bushes. In less than five minutes I had killed six, all sitting, in six shots. They were all we could find. Four were females, one a young male. I distinctly heard one of them utter a low coo-coo-coo-coo several times. October 25. Lake Umbagog. Pine Point. Started back for camp at dusk. Just as we were leaving the landing a Grouse came skimming across the river and plumped down into a cluster of yew. As I approached I could hear her rustling among the leaves. I went in but failed to find her. Af- terwards Jim tried it and started her nearly under foot. Probably she had settled there for the night.