This article will bring us to the end of Callie Melton’s book “Pon my Honor”. I hope you’ve enjoyed them as much as I have.
Old man Johnson had a boy named Henery that was a might funny. He was a big raw-boned and slow-footed boy. And to make matters worse, when he got to the age for his voice to change it started and then stopped smack dab in the middle of the process. So Henery always talked two ways. He’d start out in a fine little boy’s voice, then he’d wind up in a big coarse man’s voice.
Folks would always have a heap of fun about the way Henery talked. But it was all good-natured fun and not making light, for everbody knowed that it was a sin to make light of anybody’s afflictions.
One day his Pappy started Henery out in the sled to gather some nubbins for cow feed. On the way to the field, Henery had to go down this little steep place, and the old mule got scared when the sled bumped his hind legs, so he just up and run away. He run so fast that he run over a big rock and turned the sled over on Henery. Then he broke loose from the sled and just kept right on going.
It knocked all the wind out of Henery when the sled turned over on him, but as soon as he could get his breath back, he started hollering for help. He just wore hisself out, so he had to stop to rest. While he was resting he heard somebody coming down the road, so commenced hollering again. “Help! Help!” he yelled in his fine little boy’s voice, and then “Get me out! Get me out!” in his big coarse man’s voice.
Now the man who was passing by the sled was a stranger in these here parts, so he didn’t know about Henery and his two voices. The man listened a couple of time, looked at the heavy sled, and then said, “Well, iffen two o’ ye’ can’t lift that sled, what do you’ens ‘pect me to do?”
And with that the man went on down the road, leaving Henery hollering his head off.