Aquila chrysaetos. Lake Umbagog, Maine. 1897. As we were nearing the sheltered pool where the brook Sept.21. comes in, however, we saw a Golden Eagle first poise and then swoop straight down just beyond the wooded point which hid the pool from our sight. At the same moment we heard a Duck quacking loudly. The next a perfect stream of Ducks began pouring out over the trees. First came a single Black Duck, next three Wood Ducks and a Black Duck, next several Black Ducks and finally a flock of eight or ten Ducks which I am nearly sure were Widgeon. Presently a Great Blue Heron passed us, flapping its way slowly up the course of the brook. It alighted about eighty yards off beyond some fallen tree tops which quite hid it from our view. A moment later a dark shadow skimmed over the meadow grass. Looking up we saw a Golden Eagle soaring di- rectly above us at a height of about 300 feet. Presently it drifted over the spot where the Heron had alighted. Checking itself in the middle of a half-completed circle it poised for an instant beating its wings rapidly like a Kingfisher hover- ing over a school of minnows. Then it swooped, descending in a perfectly vertical line but nevertheless revolving like a spinning rifle bullet so that it showed its upper and under parts alternately, turning at least four or five times before it passed out of our sight. Never have I seen anything to