Clive was climbing an old tree on Butter Hill.His father and Mr.Drew were making conversation not far away,which Clive could overhear.
“…North Dakota,capital Bismarck,”said Clive's father.
“Yes,and of South Dakota it's Pierre.Delaware next,capital Dover,with a population of only 5,000…”
Clive listened,checking the names.When they got stuck on Indiana,he came down the tree and went across to them.
“Let me see now,”Mr.Drew was saying.“Indiana,Indiana… the capital must be Fort Wayne”
“No,”said the other.“I think it's Evansville”.
“Indianapolis,”said Clive.“That's the easiest of all to remember.”
Both the men laughed.“He's right,you know,”Mr.Drew said.Clive's father agreed,“Yes,yes.Indiana,Indianapolis.Now Kansas…”
Clive,who was thirteen then,was not very clever at school.But at the moment he felt rather proud of himself.
Looking back now,after many years,Clive remembers some of the ways he learned geography.One thing he remembers clearly is the“test”that took place every other week.The teacher used to pin up a big map on the board — China perhaps,or the United States,Australia or Europe — The map would have everything on it,except the names.The teacher,pointing with a long,wooden stick,began.
“Ready?Fifty questions.Number 1 — write the name of this river.Number 2— the name of this state.3 — its capital,here.4 — the name of this bay.5…”.
Clive has quite forgotten whether he enjoyed learning geography or not.He didn't consider the rights or wrongs.Though he has never studied geography since he left school,he has never forgotten it,he is glad about the way he learned.The work might have been dull,unexciting;but even so,the dullness has given him a lifetime of interest,understanding and pleasure.
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