Do not meddle with the remains of the chief's daughter.

You have done mischief enough already.

Leave her in peace." As soon as the grandmother was asleep at night, the fox rambled forth.
He soon found the place he sought, and came and sat under the tree where the young girl had been placed.

He gazed and gazed at her all the livelong night, and she appeared as beautiful as when in life.

But when the day dawned, and the light enabled him to see more clearly, then he observed that decay was doing its work--that instead of a beautiful she presented only a loathsome appearance.
He went home sad and afflicted, and passed all the day mourning in his lodge.
"Have you disturbed the remains of the chief's beautiful daughter ?" was his parent's anxious question.
"No, grandmother,"-- and he uttered not another word.
Thus it went on for many days and nights.