io8 hi Sca7'let and Silk 



on Saturday afternoons if lie possess a horse 

 that can jump, and is not afflicted with nerves 

 when the cry is " War' wire ! " 



Several years ago I had some good gallops 

 with the Epsom drag. The "field" was all 

 "quality" as a rule, and with the faces of 

 W. H. Moore, Harry Beasley, Jack Jones — 

 who then trained and rode H.E.H. the Prince 

 of Wales' "chasers" — Arthur Hall, C. Law- 

 rence, the Nightingalls, J. Adams, et hoc 

 genus omne around, it was difficult to believe 

 you were not riding in a steeplechase. 



A drag pack is essentially useful in a bad 

 country. By means of the human runner — 

 and here I may mention that the best " two- 

 legged fox" I have ever followed is Gunner 

 Grainger, who has officiated in this capacity 

 for the Woolwich Drae: for a o;reat number 

 of years — even a country like West Kent 

 can be made into an " all grass and flying 

 fences" line. 



Major Porteous — a real good man both 

 across country and on the polo ground — once 

 lent me a pony for the winter, a game little 



