So, have you heard about that Yankee fellow that drove his car into the ditch outside of town? I hear he was in an awful
big hurry. Luckily for him, Old Man Henry came by about that time with that big strong horse of his. He hitched Blaze up to
that fancy car and yelled, "Pull, Nellie, pull!" Blaze didn't move.
"Pull, Buster, pull," Old Man Henry called out. Through it all Blaze just stood there, even when Old Man Henry hollered,
"pull, Charlie, pull!"
That Yankee fellow was getting mighty impatient by the time Old Man Henry nonchalantly said, "pull, Blaze, pull", and
Blaze dragged that car out and up on the road. Although our Yankee visitor was grateful he couldn't resist pointing out to
Old Man Henry that he'd gotten out sooner if he hadn't called his horse by the wrong name three times. "Son," Old Man Henry said, in that patient way he's got. "You
best be glad I did. Blaze is blind. If he thought he was the only one pulling, he wouldn't even try."