At length she died.

The fox had not intended to bring misfortune on the village in this shape, for he loved the beautiful daughter of the chief, so he kept in his lodge and mourned and fretted for her death.
Preparations were made for a magnificent funeral, but the friends of the deceased were in great perplexity.

"If we bury her in the earth," said they, "the fox will come and disturb her remains.

He has barked her to death, and he will be glad to come and finish his work of revenge." They took counsel together, and determined to hang her body high in a tree as a place of sepulture.

They thought the fox would go groping about in the earth, and not lift up his eyes to the branches above his head.
But the grandmother had been at the funeral, and she returned and told the fox all that had been done.
"Now, my son," said she, "listen to me.