Bubo virginianus. 1893, September 26. Lake Umbagog. Moll's Rock At Moll's Rock, where I landed to get some water from the spring, a pair of Great Horned Owls were hooting although the sun was still half an hour high. October 6. Lake Umbagog. A strange Owl. Pine Point. At dusk an Owl which I have never heard before came close to the camp making a noise much like the honk of a Goose but hoarser and occasionally hooting. Its hoot was ho, ho-ho-ho, ho, ho, ho, all the notes on the same key and equally emphasized, the tone most like that of the Barred Owl but softer and less deep. Will and Jim heard the same bird in Glaspy Cove while out with the jack on the night of the 3rd but none of my four men had ever heard it before. Its voice was loud and heavy suggest- ing a large bird. Later in the evening we heard still another new cry in the dense spruce woods behind camp. This was quoc- quoc-quoc, very loud, much like the quack of a Duck but fuller and rounder. Will thought it was the note of some Owl but it was quite new to him as well as to all the rest of the party. October 7. Lake Umbagog. Pine Point. Soon after we had gone to bed the Owl which I had heard imperfectly and only a few times last evening began making the most unearthly sounds in the birch grove just west of the tents. The night was perfectly calm, and the bird not 30 yards away. Its cries were loud enough to wake the soundest sleeper and 47