30 Camp IN LOCHMABEN. 
could not have chosen better. The ground was dry—a great matter 
for a traveller on foot—and the fields were clear. The harvest was 
everywhere over. The object of my pilgrimage was to find what 
the six-inches-to-a-mile Ordnance map styles a supposed Roman 
camp, and a fort at the north end of the parish of Lochmaben, not 
far from the village of Templand. 
I took the road from Lochmaben that crosses the railway at the 
station, and runs north north-east for a mile and a quarter, until it 
reaches the bridge over the Kinnel, a chief tributary of the Annan. 
Here I turned off eastwards, and took the road to Nethercleugh. In 
half a mile’s walk I came to a gate that opens into an old road 
that leads north north-west to a stone quarry no longer wrought. 
This old road I followed, and in ten minutes’ walk I came upon 
the camp in a piece of flat, rough-looking pasture. It was close to 
the road, and beyond it was the old quarry. It was altogether 
different from the forts I had visited during the past week. It 
was square, with a rampart about three to four feet in height, and 
a ditch in which water lay and reeds were growing. Outside of 
the ditch was another rampart. The entrance and the road into 
the camp over the ditch were as marked as the camp itself. The 
whole had a remarkable likeness to the Roman camps at Birrens- 
wark, but in miniature. I walked along the ridge of the four sides 
of the outer rampart, and found each of the sides to be about sixty 
paces in length. The sides of the inner rampart were about fifty. 
There are no traces of any ditch or rampart beyond the outer 
rampart. As the workings of the old quarry are close to the camp, 
it is possible that, if they ever existed, they may have been ploughed 
down. The ground, however, about the camp looks as if it had 
never been turned up, and the ramparts are as if unchanged 
since the palisades that bristled on their ridges were destroyed 
many centuries ago. 
From the camp I went north along the old road, and in five 
minutes’ walk I was upon the road that connects Templand with the 
Nethercleugh station, on the Caledonian railway. A large planta- 
tion of trees lines the north side of this road for nearly half a mile. 
At the end of this plantation, in the corner, not far from the road, 
and on a knoll that commands the view southwards, was the fort I 
was in search of. It is, perhaps, thirty feet higher than the road, 
but the brackens were, in their luxuriance, breast high, as I 
climbed up to it, and tried to walk about it, and prevented me 
