Hooves, hooves hitting dry, baked earth carries further than any sound, registers to those, even, who report, with confidence, “I heard nothing.” There was no sound this time.” Some of them say, “There was some sort of noise, or static.” Another predictable subset makes stabs at identification: “I heard something like a waterfall,” “Cheering,” “A factory .” One person said, “a machine gunner wiping out an enemy platoon.” Another suggested, “It sounds like beating eggs in a metal bowl, but from the other room. Someone else is making breakfast.” No one said, “galloping, it’s a pony on the move,” which is good, because then the data would be no good, the manipulation not subliminal.
