Hughie had always wanted to be an Indian. One day he told his mamma about it.  
"Well," she said, "why not be an Indian?"
 
Hughie looked down at his little blue suit and his low shoes. "I can't be an Indian," he said. "I haven't any bow and arrow 'r—'r anything Indians have. And anyway, little boys can't be Indians."
 
"Oh, yes, they can," said his mamma. "Indians are strong and brave. Any little boy can be that. How do you do, Chief Hughie?" she added, with a low bow.
 
Hughie drew himself up until he was at least an inch taller. "Heap—heap strong and brave, thank you," he said gravely.
 
That very day Hughie's mamma bought him a bow and arrow. Then Hughie felt himself a real Indian indeed.
 
But Chief Hughie grew tired of shooting at a mark with his new bow and arrow.
 
It would be much more fun, he thought, to shoot at something that mov............