300 THE GOLD OF FAIRNILEE.

 

CHAPTER XII.
At the Gatrail.

HEY had climbed up the slope of a hill,
and they came to a broad old ditch,
beneath the shade of a wood of pine
trees. Below them was a wide marsh,
all yellow with marsh flowers, and above
them was a steep slope made of stones. |

Now the dry ditch, where they sat down on
the grass, looking towards the Tweed, with
their backs to the hill, was called the Catrail.
It ran all through that country, and must have
been made by men very long ago. Nobody
knows who made it, nor why. They did not
know in Randal’s time, and they do not know
now. They do not even know what the name
Catrail means, but that is what it has always
been called. The steep slope of stone above
them was named the Camp of Rink; it is a
round place, like a ring, and no doubt it was
built by the old Britons, when they fought
against the Romans, many hundreds of years
ago. The stones of which it is built are so
large that we cannot tell how men moved
them. But it is a very pleasant, happy place