Accipiter atricapillus. Lake Umbagog. 1889, October 17. My first Goshawk. Near Sweat Cove. Its (my little 20 gauge) next victim was a prize, a fine young Goshawk, the first I have ever killed. It rose from some drift wood and alighted on the branch of a tall ash. Jim paddled me slowly and silently to within 30 yds. and the Hawk fell dead as I pressed the trigger. He sat very erect and was a fine, daring looking fellow. October 22. Lake Umbagog. Hayward farm. Saw a Goshawk chase a Robin into some low willows where he overtook and killed his bird. The screams of the poor Robin lasted over a minute. I went in of course and flushed the Hawk, but missed a hard snap shot. He carried off his prey whose feath- ers strewed the ground. 1894, Lake Umbagog. September 12. Pine Point. As I was photographing on the shore a Goshawk passed me within about 100 yards and then plunged into the woods. It was a very large bird, a female evidently and, I thought, young.