Frank Kozul was one such worker. Born in 1893 in the Croatian province of Dalmatia, Kozul arrived to the United States in 1914. At the time of his migration to North America, Dalmatia was torn by rival factions on the question of national independence. Prior to World War I the province was controlled by the Austro-Hungarian Empire, but a considerable portion of the population favored the establishment of a separate state for ethnic Croatians. To complicate matters, the neighboring country of Italy had its own designs on Dalmatia. As with the question of Serbian independence, the question of Croatia and Dalmatia’s future culminated in the violence of the First World War. After Serbian nationalist Gavrilo Princip assassinated the Austrian Archduke Franz Ferdinand in 1914 and set in motion the events that led to World War I, Italy sided against Austria in the hopes of gaining control of Dalmatia. With war on the horizon for his homeland, Kozul pulled up stakes and crossed the Atlantic Ocean. By 1920 he was living in a boardinghouse in Benwood, West Virginia, but within a few years he had relocated to Fairmont where he met and married Beatrice Dukich, moved into her family home, and started his family. It was around that time that he also began working at the Consolidated Coal Company’s Jordan 93 mine just north of Rivesville, West Virginia.
One night in July of 1929, two years after his daughter’s birth and the same year as his son’s, Kozul ended an eleven-hour shift at the Jordan 93 mine and began his walk home. It was a six-and-a-half-mile walk and would take over two hours to complete, so Kozul chose to avoid the unshaded road in favor of a “shortcut” through the woods on Morgan’s Ridge. Partway through his trek, he encountered a beast about the size of a large dog with white hair, a bushy tail, and sharp teeth. Before he could react, the animal pounced on him, and though he swung at it with his lunchbox he couldn’t make contact. Kozul attempted to escape the creature by running away, but it continued to attack. As he reached the outskirts of a nearby cemetery, however, the attacks ceased and the animal disappeared. Looking himself over Kozul was astonished to discover he had no injuries from the attack, in fact had no marks of the incident whatsoever. He rushed home to a sleepless night, and never took the same shortcut home from the mine again.
Kozul’s story, recounted decades later by his daughter, paralleled other sightings of the “White Thing” or “Sheepsquatch” along Morgan’s Ridge. Such tales describe a creature that tears apart other animals (particularly livestock like sheep, hence its nickname) but leaves no mark on human beings. Hunters, farmers, and travelers alike have claimed they were attacked by or saw a large white beast with an eerie scream at various times throughout the twentieth century. Such accounts have become a well-established pillar of West Virginia’s folklore, one more story that hints at the mysteries still hidden in the deeper reaches of Appalachia. While many believe such stories, the area’s teenagers are apparently not among them. Hearing the earliest stories of “White Thing” encounters, they apparently ran through the countryside of Marion County at night banging on the outside of houses and shrieking to make their neighbors believe in the monster’s existence. At the height of the sightings in the 1920s and ‘30s, it no doubt spread fear and confusion. Decades later, when the youths involved finally admitted their part, it was evidently cause for considerable amusement. Whether you believe the legend or not, however, the hunt for the “Sheepsquatch” can continue today along Kozul’s route home on US 19.