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...Sitting Bull, driven to recklessness by the perfidy of the U.S. Government, who cried, "Let us have one big fight with the soldiers," and assembled the awesome army that wiped out General George Custer and soldiers of the 7th Cavalry at the Battle of the Little Big Horn in 1876. But 14 years later, conquered by the forces of the Great White Father, Sitting Bull was old, fat and quiet. One frosty morning in 1890, a detachment of Indian police galloped up to his cabin on the Sioux reservation in South Dakota and shot him to death...
...Following this was five minutes during which a buzzer sounded. The dogs would be fed as before if they continued to work. The dogs were not initially frightened by the buzzer, and worked while it operated. Later during the last five seconds of the buzzing, however, an extremely loud horn was turned on. Not one dog worked during the horn, even though they could get food by pressing the lever while the horn was blaring. The sounding of the horn was a fear stimulus to the dogs...
...subsequent work periods, the majority of the dogs did not work during the buzzer, which, by association with the horn, had become a learned fear stimulus...
...bustling rotunda of London's King's Cross station, a stocky, grim-faced little man strode briskly through the hurrying crowds this week, peering at the passing faces through horn-rimmed glasses. A few old hands at the station nodded recognition, and the word, went around: "Mr. Sutherland is back again." John L. Sutherland, 70, a Vancouver cement contractor, was back at King's Cross for the sixth time looking for his son, who is officially reported dead...
...among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold, And the sabbath rang slowly In the pebbles of the holy streams...