Back in the cowboy days, a westbound wagon train is lost and low on food. No other humans had been seen for days. And then they see an old Jewish man sitting beneath a tree. The leader rushes to him and says, "We're lost and running out of food. Is there someplace ahead where we can get something to eat?"
"Vell," the old man says, "I vouldn't go up dat hill und down other side. Somevun told me you'll run into a big bacon tree."
"A bacon tree?" asks the wagon train leader.
"Yah, ah bacon tree. Trust me. For nuttin vud I lie."
The leader goes back and tells his people that they might be able to find food on the other side of the next ridge.
"So why did he say not to go there?" some pioneers ask.
"Oh, you know those Jews--they don't eat bacon."
So the wagon train goes up the hill and down the other side. Suddenly, Indians attack and massacre everyone except the leader, who manages to escape and makes it back to the old man.
The near-dead man starts shouting: "You fool! You sent us to our deaths! We followed your instructions, but there was no bacon tree, just hundreds of Indians who killed everyone."
The old man holds up his hand and says, "Oy, vait a minute," and gets out an English-Yiddish dictionary and begins thumbing through it.
"Gevalt, I made myself ah big mistake. It vuz not a bacon tree. It vuz a ham bush!"
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