Jakob Kneip also incorporated the slate rock into his novel "Hampit the Hunter" as a dramatic setting:
One day, I found a deer in a snare on the Kellersberg, and I lay in wait in the bushes to watch the snare-slinger. Then, as it grew dark, the miller approached; seemingly completely unconcerned, he walked toward the snare and tried to release his prey. I could easily have fired a bullet from my hiding place. Who would have accused me of that? But I was reluctant to shoot him from behind. I wanted to approach him openly, and I saw there was no danger to me, for he had come without a gun. Then I stepped out of my hiding place and called to him, and as the miller jumped up in alarm, he saw my gun barrel pointed at him and recognized me. At first, he stood transfixed, as if paralyzed by shock. But suddenly he let out a contemptuous laugh and asked, "So you want to shoot me like a hare? I wouldn't have thought you capable of that. If you're a real man, let's wrestle one another, man to man; and if you're the stronger, Marie is yours." "She may go to hell with you, Marie, but I'm no coward!" I cried, threw my rifle behind me, and lunged at him. And now it was a life-and-death struggle between us. The miller retreated further and further; behind him, I saw the abyss yawning beneath the Kellersley; but he, struggling with his back to the cliff, didn't see the danger. I had already pushed him to the edge, and then, at a favorable moment, I managed to break free and give him such a push that he tumbled backward over the Ley into the depths... Source: Text on the information board
Did the miller survive? You'll learn about this in the local novel HAMPIT THE HUNTER, written by Morshausen writer Jakob Kneip in 1927. We erected a monument to the hunter Hampit. He—or rather, it—stands here next to the bench. Source: Text information board