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The town of Texas
(1856-1976)

IX. Miscellaneous stories,   pp. 66-70


Page 68

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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