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Sent by Paul Shaw
I heard this one from my friend Jimmy Thomas. Back in the days of the old west a wagon train was heading west, and the wagon master and the people on the train had underestimated the amount of food needed for the journey.
They had traveled for weeks and were out of food when they came upon an old Jewish man sitting along the trail. The wagon master approached him and said, “Sir, do you know where we can get some food? We have run out of food and are just about to starve to death.”
“No,” said the Jewish man. “I don’t know where you can find any food, but whatever you do don’t go across that hill. There is a bacon tree on the other side.”
The wagon master laughed and went back and told the men on the train about his encounter with the old Jewish man. He said to them, “Just because that old Jew don’t eat pork don’t mean we can’t eat it. Let’s cross that hill and get that bacon out of that tree.”
So the wagon train began to pull off and go over the hill, with the Jewish man pleading, “Don’t go! Don’t go!”
When they got to the other side of the hill Indians attacked them, and the only one to escape was the wagon master. He went back to the old Jewish man and said, “I thought you said there was a bacon tree on the other side of that hill!”
The Jewish man replied, “Oh. I’m sorry. I just immigrated here and I’m still having trouble with the language.”
He pulled a little book from his pocket and looked inside. “Oh,” he said. “No. Not a bacon tree, a ham bush, a ham bush.”