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times were wont to decide their quarrels by single combat. 

 The famous Starkotter, renowned over the whole North 

 for his feats in arms, dwelt in the vicinity, and fell in love 

 with the beauteous Ogn Alfafoster. The maiden, however, 

 preferred Hergrimer, and Starkotter therefore challenged 

 him to mortal combat. They fought by the side of the 

 Fall, and Hergrimer was killed; but Ogn rushed forward, 

 seized the bloody . sword of her betrothed, and exclaiming : 

 " Though thou hast slain my beloved, thine will I never be !" 

 plunged it into her own breast. 



On the western side of the Falls, again, is pointed out the 

 Skraddare-Klint that is, the Tailor's Cliff or rather the 

 spot where the beetling rock once stood, for in 1755 this 

 mass fell into the raging torrent beneath. 



" In a profound cavern near to this cliff," so goes the 

 legend, " dwelt in olden times a band of robbers, who 

 during one of their predatory excursions, made prisoner an 

 unfortunate tailor ; but being at the moment in merciful 

 mood, they promised him life on the very singular condition 

 that, w 7 hilst sitting on the outermost point of the cliff, and 

 with his feet hanging over the very Fall itself, he should sew 

 a complete suit of clothes. The poor tailor accepted the 

 proffered terms, and so nearly completed the habiliments, 

 that only the trdckel-trdd, or basting-thread, with which they 

 were first tacked together, required to be withdrawn. Up 

 to this time he had refrained from looking downwards ; but 

 now, and whilst in the act of pulling out the loose stitches, 

 curiosity got the better of his prudence, and casting his eyes 

 on to the surging waters beneath, his brain reeled, and 

 quitting his hold, he was instantly precipitated into the 

 horrible abyss ! 



