Back in cowboy times, a westbound wagon train was lost and low on food. No other humans had been seen for days, and then the pioneers saw an old Jew sitting beneath a tree.

“Is there some place ahead where we can get food?”

“Vell, I tink so,” the old man said, “but I wouldn’t go up dat hill und down de udder side. Somevun tolt me you’d run into a big bacon tree.”

“A bacon tree?” asked the wagon train leader.

“Yah, a bacon tree. Vould I lie? Trust me. I vouldn’t go dere.”

The leader goes back and tells his people what the old Jew said. “So why did he say not to go there?” a person asked

Other pioneers said, “Oh, you know those Jews- they lie just for a joke.”

So the wagon train goes up the hill and down the other side. Suddenly, Indians attack them from everywhere and massacre all except the leader who manages to escape and get back to the old Jew.

Near dead, the man shouts, “You fool! You sent us to our deaths! We followed your route, but there was no bacon tree, just hundreds of Indians who killled everyone but me.”

The old man holds up his hand and says, “Vait a minute.” He quickly picks up an English-Yiddish dictionary and begins thumbing through it.

“Oy, I made such ah big mishtake! It vuzn’t a bacon tree…

“It vuz a ham bush.”