saeter-horns

Updated: August 22, 2026

Here and there on the hillslopes a grey hut or two show out saeters, which have lain there unchanged for perhaps a couple of thousand years. But a new time is coming. The saeter-horns will be heard no longer, and the song of the turbines will rise in their place. An icy wind is blowing; the horse throws up its head and snorts.

Johan Bojer - The Great Hunger