Appalachian Folklore & Myths On a foggy night in the southern coalfields, the woods around Boone County can feel crowded even when you are alone. There is the constant drip of water off the highwalls, the clatter of loose slate, the smell of old coal smoke still clinging to siding and jackets. Deer slide through the timber. Stray dogs work the hollows. Every headlamp catches eyeshine.


