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Pine Bluff Inn 
at 
Point Pleasant, N. J. 
Y OU who are fagged, overworked, or feeling the "press of 
things, cannot do better than take brief respite from 
city sights and sounds by spending a few days—perhaps 
just a week-end—at Pine Bluff Inn, right in the thick of the 
Jersey Pines. 
But the pines, with their wonderfully refreshing odors, 
are not all. There is Treasure Island, of Robert Louis Steven- 
son fame; the beautiful Manasquan River, with its gorgeous 
scenery, and the ocean just a mile away as the crow flies from 
the piazza of the Inn. And this, of course, means sea food and 
game that are unrivalled. 
And the quiet restfulness of it all! Recuperate, if you 
wish, with naught more disturbing than your own thoughts; but 
if you need company of the truly congenial sort, that you will 
find, too. Golf, tennis, boating, trap shooting, ice boating and 
skating and other out-door sports are yours for the taking. 
Our conveniences are unique. Hot water heating through¬ 
out, with huge open log grates in each room. 
American Plan. Prices, $3.00 per day; with private bath, 
$4.00 and upward. Special weekly rates on rooms and suites. 
Pine Bluff Inn is situated ten miles from Lakewood, within a 
stone s throw of the main ocean motorway between Atlantic 
City and New York. A la Carte service to motorists. 
Frequent train service, via Pennsylvania and Central Rail¬ 
road of New Jersey from New York. 
Telephone, 
Point Pleasant 1 79 
E. H. CARLISLE, 
Proprietor. 
Also The Leighton, Point Pleasant 
relative of the bird of the same name in Europe 
He is superb. He can kill a large wild duck in 
flight with one lightning swoop, striking him in 
the back of the head with his claw. He is a 
sporting aeroplanist of the highest type; and he 
loves to build his nest in wild rocky cliffs. Bur 
this bird, the pet and delight and fellow sports¬ 
man of Europe for a thousand years, celebrated 
in song and story and with a whole library of 
literature about him, is so relentlessly shot and 
destroyed on every possible occasion, that there 
soon will not be a specimen left among us un 
less it is imported from Europe. 
As a possible indication of better things, 1 
notice an account of Mrs. A. B. Morgan' in 
“Bird Lore” of the taming of a red tail hawk 
caught when young. She made no attempt to 
train it in the European manner, and I do not 
know that our red-tail could be trained in that 
way. She simply made as much a pet of it as 
possible and watched the struggle in its nature 
between its interest in human beings and its 
inherited love of wild liberty. The way in which 
its native instincts were aroused by giving it 
live mice to kill and the effect of the sunshine 
to make it spread its wings, are well described. 
It remained domestic for a year and a half, when 
after one or two short trial journeys, the keen 
air and sunlight of a grand November day in 
the Green Mountains, broke the last thread and 
it flew away down the valley. He had “tried 
to think and act in terms of a human being,” 
Mrs. Morgan says. “That he succeeded to an 
astonishing degree, none can dispute, and since 
having this experience, I cannot wonder that the 
ancient Egyptians worshipped the Hawk.” 
A friend of mine not long ago got a young 
fledgling sparrow hawk whose nest in the 
crevices of a large stone building had been 
broken up by workmen. It was interesting that 
the hawk had built his nest there, as he would 
in a rocky cliff. A duck hawk recently made his 
winter quarters among the roofs of the new 
municipal building in New York, and lived on 
the pigeons that nest there. As some people ob¬ 
ject to the pigeons in public buildings why not 
encourage duck hawks to live there too and 
thin down the pigeons? It would be a splendid 
object lesson in nature for the city public. The 
pigeons in the large buildings and the mounted 
policemen’s horses are the best things in great 
cities now-a-days; and I am quite ready to add 
hawks. 
The sparrow hawk fledgling was raised with¬ 
out trouble and I had a chance to examine him 
when, not quite full grown. His fearlessness, 
intelligence and willingness to play and be af¬ 
fectionate with human beings were quite re¬ 
markable, far beyond anything of the sort seen 
in other birds which in captivity are very un¬ 
demonstrative and monotonous. It is the quali¬ 
ties I found in this young hawk that have made 
his race so much valued in European countries. 
But in America, we are so blinded by our in¬ 
sane unreasoning desire to exterminate, that out¬ 
side of a few naturalists there is scarcely any 
one who knows that hawks have these attractive 
qualities. When the fledgling was full grown he 
was let loose and returned to his wild life. 
On Thanksgiving Day more than 5,000 gun 
clubs, scattered throughout the cities, towns and 
villages held contests. On that day there were a 
quarter of a million clay pigeon enthusiasts en¬ 
gaged in contesting fer trophies, medals and 
cash prizes, or in shooting for the mere pleasure 
of the sport. 
