 
kaleme the kind one was the twentieth son of his father, who was headman 
of the village. 
all his brothers married nice wives and thought of nobody's comfort or 
pleasure but their own. 
the hungry remained hungry, the lame received no helping hand, and the 
blind were never led, except by kaleme. 
his father and brothers always despised and grumbled at him, but still 
kaleme could not bear to pass a person or animal in distress. 
at last all the girls in the village were married except a leper, so 
kaleme took the leper woman as his wife. 
"why do you take a wretched leper woman home?" cried his father and 
brothers together. 
"it's no business of yours. 
i"m taking her to my home, not yours," answered kaleme. 
on another day, when a dog had stolen a piece of meat and was about to be 
killed, kaleme redeemed it for a piece of cloth and took it home. 
"why do you take home a thieving cur?" cried his father and brothers. 
"i"m not taking it to your houses, but to mine." 
soon after, a hawk, having stolen a chicken, was caught in a trap, and the 
villagers were about to kill it when kaleme took pity on it and redeemed it 
for another fowl. 
"fancy redeeming a useless hawk for a fine plump fowl," cried his father 
and brothers. 
"what will the silly fellow do next?" 
"it's not your business, but mine," he answered. 
next day a rat that had nibbled at somebody's cloth was being tortured to 
death. 
