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An old wild west fort is about to be attacked. The wily old General sends for his trusty Indian Scout.
"Running Bear," he said, "you must use all your skill in trying to estimate the sort of army we are up against here."
Running Bear laid down and put his ear to the ground. "Heap big war party," he says, "maybe three hundred warriors, four chiefs, two on palamino stallions, two on black stallions. All have war paint...many, many guns. Hmm, Medicine man also with them."
"Good night!" exclaims the General. "You can tell all of that just by listening to the ground?"
"No, General," replied the Indian, "I can see under the gate."
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