“No, no!” said the woman; “you’ll never do for me.”
Well, after she had gone a while longer, she met a fox.
“Whither away, Goody?” asked the Fox.
“Oh, I’m just going out to hire a herdsman”, said the woman.
“Why not have me for your herdsman?” asked the Fox.
“Well, why not?” said she; “if you only knew how to call the flock; let me hear?”
“DIL-DAL-HOLOM”, sung out the Fox, in such a fine clear voice.
“Yes; I’ll have you for my herdsman”, said the woman; and so she set the Fox to herd her flock.
The first day the Fox was herdsman he ate up all the woman’s goats; the next day he made an end of all her sheep; and the third day he ate up all her kine. So, when he came home at even, the woman asked what he had done with all her flocks?
“Oh!” said the Fox, “their skulls are in the stream, and their bodies in the holt.”