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Berry P'ri Hagafen
THE BACON TREE
the American West was being settled, a group of
people headed out west in a wagon train from the
east coast. The trail boss was very inexperienced,
and after a while the people realized that they were
hopelessly lost. After wandering for weeks, their
food supply was dwindling rapidly and winter was
As they came over the brow of a hill, they laid
their eyes on the first person they had seen for
days: a little old Jewish man, a Litvak, no less,
sitting beneath a tree enjoying a glass of hot tea.
Hopeful, the trail boss approached the man.
"Howdy, old man, can you help us? We're headin' west
but we're lost! Our food is gone, and we're
The old man replied, "Vell, I can see da future.
Vait a minute." He held one hand to his brow, lifted
the other into the air, and closed his eyes.
"Vait! I'm getting ah vision! Yah! I see! I know vat
you gotta do! Go up dis hill und down da udder side.
Go through da forest und cross da stream. Den go up
da next hill und down to da valley. Dere you vill
find ah bacon tree."
"A bacon tree?!!" exclaimed the trail boss.
"Yah! Ah bacon tree. Trust me. For nutting vud I lie
The trail boss shrugged and led the train off in
that direction. What did they have to lose?
followed the old man's directions to the T. They
drove their oxen up the hill, down the other side,
through the forest, across the stream, up the next
hill and down into the valley below.
Nothing. Not a thing - and definitely not a bacon
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, they were attacked
by an enormous band Indians. All in the train were
massacred except for one survivor, and even he was
seriously wounded. When he was able, he agonizingly
retraced the train's meanderings until he came to
the very tree where they had met the old man. Sure
enough, right there under that same tree sat the
little old man enjoying a hot glass of tea.
The injured man crawled up to him, panting, and
shouted furiously. "What were you thinking! You sent
us to our deaths! We followed your instructions to
the letter - and NO BACON TREE! Just Indians!
Thousands of them! And the rest of the party?
THEY'RE ALL DEAD!"
Quite concerned, the old man held his hand to his
brow as before, lifted the other into the air, and
closed his eyes. "Vait! Ay-yay-yay! Oy gevalt! I
made a terrible mistake! It vuzn't a bacon tree! It
vuz a ham bush!"