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From: wilson@harvard.ARPA (Randy Wilson)
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Subject: A day in the life of a settler...
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Date: Sat, 17-Aug-85 22:22:08 EDT
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Posted: Sat Aug 17 22:22:08 1985
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An Indian tribe captured a young settler.  The chief of
the tribe approached the frightened young man and told him that
if he passed a certain test, he would be allowed to live.  Not
one to pass up a chance for survival, the settler agreed to try.

The chief led him to a clearing, where three tents were
set up.  "The first tent," he explained, "contains 50 gallons 
of grain alchohol.  You must consume it all, and live.  In the
second tent is a vicious timber wolf with an impacted wisdom 
tooth.  You must remove it.  And in the third tent is my daughter,
who has never been satisfied by any man.  You must sleep with
her and satisfy her."  Not to be daunted by the task before him,
the settler headed into the first tent.

Glugging noises were heard issuing from the tent all through
the night.  Eventually, as the sun was just peeking through
the trees, the man stumbled out of the tent, looked around with
bleary eyes, and stepped into the second tent.  Shrieks, growls,
and sounds of ripping and shredding ensued, and continued for
several hours.  Finally the settler emerged with torn and
tattered clothes, looked at the chief and said, "Okay, show me
the girl with the sore tooth..."

-- 

Randy Wilson		"What for you bury me in cold, cold ground?"
wilson@harvard