A stranger came once from Virginia to these hills of Western North Carolina to a house of one of these kinfolks and announced to one of the hillbilly that he was a brother-in-law.
“You are?” asked the hillbilly.
“I am” said the Virginian
“Can your wife tell through a brick wall twenty feet thick if you have had a drink of liquor?” inquired the hillbilly.
“Can she tell it two days later?”
The hillbilly shouted with wild laughter. “You’re my brother-in-law all right,” said he. Then reaching into a meal bin he pulled out a jug.
“Help yourself, brother,” he said. “Just help yourself!”