Part 3

|Trappers out hunting. This is in the far west of North America, and it is a very cold place. It is a pity the snow is so deep that it has covered the hunters' feet; for you would have got a surprise had you seen their snow-shoes, which are very curious and very large.

DEAR OLD GRANDMAMMA.

|Here is a kind old grandmamma taking a pleasant stroll out in the woods. The girls have been filling their baskets with wild-flowers, and the boys have been playing at hounds and hares. They are now going to rest, and listen to some of grandmamma's old stories.

A SAD PARTING.

|Here is a little boy setting out on his apprenticeship. His dog wants to go with him, but he is obliged to tell him that he must not go any further. The dog, which has been his faithful companion, is not able to understand that, though he is a clever dog. But he knows that there is something wrong, and at last he hears the words, "Go home, sir."

THE BEST OF FRIENDS MUST PART.

|Yes, and we too must part, my dear. And here is Old Mother Hubbard for the last picture in my Scrap-Book; and for me she is making her very best courtesy for your patience; and the dog is making his most elegant bow, though I wish he had not been so rude as to turn his back when saying to you "Farewell."

End of Project Gutenberg's My Pretty Scrap-Book, by Mrs. George Cupples