Eagle Lake Remembers
There was always a country breeze blowing across the Colorado River bottom, whether in summer or winter. The noisy old wagon wheels scraping along, and an occasional birdsong were music to a plantation owner’s ears. In 1898, the big, strong Missouri type mules pulling the wagons were as ...
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