The town of Texas
IX. Miscellaneous stories, pp. 66-70
Soon we appraoch the old swimming hole known as "The Ox Hole" and see a make- shift seat someone used trying to catch a sucker or a bass. Now we glide under the bridge and have to guide our way around curves, stones and logs, and finally approach the spot where Camp Creek enters the river. The O'Brien sawmill and Camp was once located up this creek from which we believe it ob- tained its name. We see the flash of a wily trout as it darts out from under a log to hide under the bank. We promised the fish we'd be back another day and continued on. Now we approach a man-made field rock dam holding back water and allowing it to escape only through the waterway. We pass over rocks and stones as we approach the rapids. Here the water is fighting its way over and around big boulders and falling to the depths below. An old German settler related that the rapids was so named because it was a favorite haunt of rabbits who jumped and frisked about here. (I guess the enunciation of rapids wasn't distinct or his hearing was im- paired!) This rapids was also a harbinger of spring to the early settlers, for when they heard the raging roar of the water, they knew the ice was gone and spring was here. Picnic at Trappe Rivef Rapid From the rapids, we look to the right and see the many coniferous trees planted by the children and residents in the Husting School District in their school forest. Perhaps we'd see a pile of granite stone, the product of one of the Kannenberg Quarries. Then we glance to the left and see trees and bushes concealing the old Otto Naef quarry. Continuing on, we see a well beaten path where graceful deer come down to quench their thirst. Maybe we'll see a wise old owl blinking up in the tree trying to decipher just who we are. Then we approach a high wall of rock which makes the river turn right. There is a deep hole at the turn, and above there is a high cliff where we see wild roses whose scents perfume the surrounding region each summer. We continue on over many more stones and riffles and we spy the first residence along our route. It's a beautiful A-frame home high up on the bank overlooking this winding river. A mallard duck with her brood of babies becomes alarmed at being disturbed and paddles away rapidly to escape our view. Suddenly she dives into the water and he babies hide under the rushes at the waters edge. The ducks disturbed a crayfish and its curious nature prompts it to crawl out from under a rock and gaze around with its beady black eyes. Suddenly, with a flip of its tail, it turns and darts backward to hide under another stone. Our trip, thus far, has required much pushing and paddling because the water is shallow and the river bottom is rocks. As we go on, we pass under another bridge. A tall elm and poplar create an arch over the water and we travel in their shade. Perhaps we could catch a northern pike or musky if we would cast for them. They are the remnants of the schools of fish that invaded the Trappe to spawn in spring. We come to another curve and view another house secluded in the woods off the river bank. Then we see where Cain Creek emp- ties into the river. If we would follow Cain Creek's course, we would invade favorite trout habitats scored by trout fishermen. Box elder and elderberry bushes line the shore line and the flats are covered with blackberry bushes. The river widens and becomes deeper and we see it is the result of a beaver dam. Among the balsam trees, contrasted with poplar, we may smell the pungent odor of a skunk family. We see the claw marks of a snapping turtle as it made its way to the sand banks to deposit its eggs.
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