Haliaeetus leucocephalus. Lake Umbagog, Maine. Catching a fish. 1896. This morning I tried to photograph a large brown Eagle June 1. sitting erect on one of the lateral branches of the tall dead pine on which these birds perch so frequently. But before I could get my camera adjusted the Eagle spread his great wings and stood for a moment looking intently in my direction. I supposed, of course, that I had excited his suspicions but when he took flight the next instant he came nearly towards me passing me within 40 yards and gliding on set wings down a long, gentle incline to the surface of the pond on reaching which he dropped his legs and plunged both feet into the water. This motion as well as the flight from the pine was performed in so very leisurely a manner that I thought for the moment that he had stooped at a dead fish floating on the surface, but just after he had drawn up his feet empty and passed a few yards farther on a large sucker threw himself nearly clear of the surface at the exact spot where the Eagle had struck. Instantly the great bird wheeled and came back; once he dropped his legs and this time drew out the sucker writhing hopelessly in the strong talons. The bird's feet were scarcely submerged so easily was the thing done. He flew off with the fish held beneath him at the full length of his legs, just as an Osprey does, and taking it to a pine began at once to eat it.