Asio accipitrinus. Lake Umbagog, Maine. 1897. As twilight was deepening into night (in the creek beyond Sept.6. Moose Point) and we were thinking of starting campward a Short-eared Owl appeared, distinctly silhouetted against a light portion of the western sky and flying in the usual va- cillating, moth-like manner across the creek some sixty yards off. I squeaked like a mouse when the bird at once turned back and came straight towards us. When directly over the boat and at a height of not more than eight or ten feet it hovered for a moment looking down at us, then passed on, but another squeak or two brought it back at once. This was re- peated a dozen times or more and although we talked, laughed and moved while the bird was directly over us it did not take alarm or appear to suspect that we were deceiving it. Its hearing was most keen for the lowest squeak at once attracted its attention when it was a gun shot or more away. Once it alighted on a low stub directly behind us and some ten yards distant sitting very erect and still. It made no vocal sound and the beating of its wings, even when it was within a few feet of our heads, was perfectly noiseless. It reminded me most forcibly of a big moth as it flapped and sailed to and fro rarely following a straight course for more than a few yards at a time and constantly rising, falling or doubling sharply.