Who can lighten the friction between the folks on Blackburn Hill and those on Enderley Road?

Lucy Maud Montgomery, today on the Classic Tales podcast. Thank you for listening.

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And now, the Christmas Surprise on Enderly Road by Lucy Maud Montgomery.

Phil, I'm getting fearfully hungry.

What are we going to strike civilization?

The speaker was my chum, Frank Ward.

We were home from our academy for the Christmas holidays and had been amusing ourselves on this sunshiny December afternoon by a tramp through the backlands, as the

barons that swept away south behind the village were called. They were grown over with scrub maple

and spruce, and were quite pathless, save for meandering sheep tracks that crossed

and recrossed, but led apparently nowhere. Frank and I did not know exactly where we were,

but the backlands were not so extensive, but that we would come out somewhere if we kept on.

It was getting late, and we wished to go home.

I have the idea that we ought to strike civilization somewhere up the Enderly Road pretty soon,

I answered. Do you call that civilization? said Frank with a laugh. No Blackburn Hill boy was ever known to miss an opportunity of flinging a

slur at Enderly Road, even if no Enderly Rotter were by to feel the sting.

Enderly Road was a miserable little settlement, straggling back from Blackburn Hill.

It was a forsaken-looking place, and the people, as a rule,

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