A settler becomes separated from his wagon train, and, hopelessly lost, blunders into a band of Indians- all wearing war paint. They quickly surround him -and the leader of the war band confronts him.
" Ya ta hey, bubbeleh !" the leader says. " I've got good news, and I've got bad news."
" The bad news is we're Cherokees, and we're on the warpath."
" Oh-oh ! :, the settler responds. " So, what's the good news ?"
The leader beams. " The good news is: We're also Jewish, . "
" Landtsmann ! ", the settler exclaims. " So am I !"
It's the settler's turn to smile. " So: what else is good news ?"
The Cherokee glances around, counting heads. " Eight, nine, ten. Hey ! We got a minyan here ! "
" Ah ! ", cries the settler, piously. " That's wonderful news ! When are you holding service ? "
The Cherokee leader frowns. " Well, that's the bad news. We're saying Kaddish , as soon as we finish killing you. "