Syrnium nebulosum. Lake Umbagog, Maine. 1897. Just before we left our stand (in the Outlet marshes) to Sept.11. paddle after the Black Ducks a prolonged and most Cat-like scream rang out from the stubs near Moll's Carry. Despite the distance (nearly half-a-mile) this cry was so loud and pierc- ing - and withal so positively ferocious in expression - that I confess it startled me for a moment but the next, when it was repeated with a whoo-a ending, I recognized the author as a Barred Owl. Why have I never heard this cat yell in the South where the birds are so very numerous and where I have lived among them for weeks at a time? And why, indeed, is it not oftener heard here? The cry to-night was much shorter and less varied than that of the bird which awakened us all at Pine Point last year. It was exactly like the scream of an angry cat but without the growling termination (this may have been lost lest to me our ears because of the distance) and many times louder. It could have been easily heard a mile or more away.