Deep in the rolling hills of Letcher County, Kentucky, a hillbilly family was about to welcome new life into their rustic home.
It was the dead of night, and the only doctor for miles had been summoned to assist in the delivery.
With no electricity to light the humble abode, the doctor handed the expectant father a lantern. “Hold this high so I can see what I’m doing,” he instructed.
As the night wore on, a baby boy was born, his cries piercing the silent woods.
But before the father could lower the lantern, the doctor stopped him. “Hold on, I think there’s another one coming.”
True to the doctor’s word, a baby girl was soon delivered, her wails joining her brother’s. “Keep that lantern up; we’re not done yet,” the doctor said, as he helped deliver yet another child.
The father, bewildered by the sudden abundance of offspring, couldn’t help but ask, “Doc, You reckon it might be the light that’s attractin em?”
