Bubo virginianus. Lake Umbagog, Maine. 1896. Nothing of interest occurred (as I was sailing back from Oct. I. Upton) until I had reached the outlet of the upper meadow pond among when two Great Horned Owls began calling the stubs on the shore, both uttering the husky scream which I have described in this journal under date of August 28th. Presently I saw one of them perched on a stub on the end of the rocky island (the Ospreys frequently sit on this stub by day). I changed my shells and was starting to paddle towards the bird when a whuff-whuff-whuff of beating wings was heard behind me and the choking scream sounded in my very ears. The next instant a huge bird sailed directly over me on set wings passing literal- ly within six feet of my head. Just as it reached the river bank on the marshy (south) side and dropped its legs, evident- ly with the intention of alighting, I fired bringing it down with a broken wing and firing another shot to finish it. It was in full plumage but the bill had some patches of light color indicating immaturity. This experience definitely set- tlethe authorship of this night cry, but is it made only by the young Bubo? It was very wild and piercing in the still air to-night and reminded me of the night call of Swainson's Thrush, but it is louder and huskier.