Having heard so much talk of Ӓlvkarle Falls, it seemed worthwhile making some small diversion from the route in order to view them, especially as they could be both seen and heard from the road; and, indeed, the mist from them was hanging in the air like smoke around a chimney above a large fire of wood-chips. When I reached them, I saw that the river was split into 3 channels by an island formed of solid rock that divides the current. The falls owe nothing to the hand of man, being a creation of nature, which has placed a solid cliff in the middle of the river and over this the water in the nearest of the 3 channels (which also drives a sawmill) falls for a height of 25 to 30 feet. This turns the water into white foam, causing it to roar as if in rage and to throw its droplets many feet into the air so that a smokelike cloud hangs permanently about it. The sawmill worker, who has to stand in this cloud the whole time, looked pale to me but he did not complain of any particular ailment.