drinkingA 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.

“She can.”

“Can she tell it two days later?”

“She can.”

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!”