Many, many years ago a young man was traveling through the mountains of Switzerland. Nightfall was rapidly approaching, and he had nowhere to sleep.
He approached a nearby farmhouse and asked the farmer if he might spend the night. The hospitable farmer told him that he could sleep in the barn.
As the story goes, the farmer’s daughter asked her father, “Who’s that man going into the barn?”
“That young fellow is traveling through our village and needs a place to stay for the night, so I told him he could sleep in the barn.”
The daughter said, “Perhaps he’s hungry.” So she prepared him a plate of food and took it to the barn.
About an hour later, the daughter returned, smiling. Her clothing was disheveled, and she had straw in her hair. Straight up to bed she went.
Her mother, the farmer’s wife, was very observant. She suggested to her husband that perhaps the handsome youth was thirsty, so she fetched a bottle of wine and took it out to the barn. She, like her daughter, tarried. She returned to the house, clothing askew, and headed straight to bed.
The next morning at sunrise the guest got up and continued on his journey, waving good-bye and calling out his thanks to the farmer as he left.
When the daughter awoke and learned that the visitor had left, she broke into tears. “How could he leave without even saying goodbye?” she cried. “We made such passionate love last night!”
“What? What?” shouted the father grabbing his rifle as he angrily ran out of the house looking for the man, who by now was halfway up the mountain.
The farmer screamed up at him, “I’m going to shoot you! You violated my innocent daughter!”
The young man looked back down from the mountainside, cupped his hand next to his mouth, and hollered…..
which is said to be the very first yodel. And now you know.