A DAY AVITH THE DEAG 



BY THE EDITOR 



To my mind there are few more pleasant ways of 

 spending an afternoon, than in having a good rousing 

 gallop with the Drag. Of course there be Drag-hunts 

 and Drag-hunts, and unless the sport is conducted 

 smartly and well, 'twere better far that it should 

 not be done at all. The hounds need not be bred 

 from the Beaufort Justice, but on the other hand, 

 they need not be a set of skulking, skirting brutes, 

 that one " wouldn't be seen dead with." Of course 

 the members of such hunts ride in mufti — more fami- 

 liarly called, in these degenerate days, " ratcatcher " 

 — but I always think that Huntsman and Whips 

 should be excepted from this rule, and anyone who 

 is privileged to share the fun of the Royal Artillery 

 Draghounds will find that the high officials of the 

 hunt are arrayed, not certes, as was Solomon in all 

 his glory, but in the very neatest and smartest of 

 " livery," and nothing could look more sportsmanlike 

 than the dark-blue coat, red collar and cuffs, sur- 



