What pleased me most was the colour of the water as it surged over the rock.

It was about noon as I drove across the bridge; the sun illuminated the whole country around, and the waves breaking against the rocks seemed by this light of a beautiful pale-yellow colour, so that they resembled thick masses of pure transparent amber.
Two remarkable sights claimed my attention at Kongsberg,--a rich silver-mine, and a splendid waterfall called the Labrafoss.

But as my time was limited and I could only remain a few hours in Kongsberg, I preferred to see the waterfall and believe the accounts of the silver-mine; which were, that the deepest shaft was eight hundred feet below the surface, and that it was most difficult to remain there, as the cold, the smoke, and the powder-smell had a very noxious effect on the traveller accustomed to light and air.
I therefore hired a horse and drove to the fall, which is situated in a narrow pass about four miles from Kongsberg.

The river collects in a quiet calm basin a little distance above the fall, and then rushes over the steep precipice with a sudden bound.

The considerable depth of the fall and the quality of water make it a very imposing sight.