The schoolhouse inside was not unattractive.  Six windows gave plenty of light, and each framed woodland pictures no painter’s canvas could rival.  The woods were all about and the voice of the little brook floated in, always calling, calling—­at least to one small listener—­to come out and see it dance and sparkle and leap from rock to rock.  If he gained nothing else from his first school days but a love and appreciation of nature’s beauties, it was a lesson well worth learning.  To feed the heart and imagination of a child with such scenery is to develop unconsciously a love of the beautiful which brings a pure joy into life never to be lost, no matter what stress and storm may come.  In the darkest, stormiest hours of his later life, to think back to the serene beauty of those New England hills was as a hand of peace laid on his troubled spirit.

This love and joy in nature—­and the trait was already in his blood—­was at first all that he gained from his trips to school.  Then came a teacher with a new way of instructing, a Miss Salina Cole, who had mastered the art of visual memory.  She taught her pupils to make on the mind a photographic impression of the page, which could be recalled in its entirety, even to the details of punctuation.  This was a process of study that appealed immediately to Russell’s boyish imagination.  Moreover, it was something to “see if he could do,” always fascinating to his love of experiment and adventure.  It had numerous other advantages.  It was quick.  It promised far-reaching results.  If page after page of the school books could be stored in the mind and called up for future reference, getting an education would become an easy matter.  Besides, they could be called up and pondered on in various places—­fishing, for instance.  He quickly decided to would master this new method, and he went at it with his characteristic energy and determination.  Concentrating all his mental force, he would study intently the printed page, and then closing his eyes, repeat it word for word, even giving the punctuation marks.  With the other pupils, Salina Cole was not so successful, but with Russell Conwell, the results were remarkable.  It was a faculty of the utmost value to him in after years.  When in military camp and far from books, he would recall page after page of his law works and study them during the long days of garrison duty as easily as though the printed book were in his hand.

But the work was of more value to him than the mere mastery of something new.  It whetted his appetite for more.  He began to want to know.  School became interesting, and he plunged into studies with an interest and zest that were unflagging.  And as he studied, ambitions awoke.  The history of the past, the accomplishments of great men stirred him.  He began to dream of the things to do in the days to come.