The book tells the story of two farms; Howe and Webster's farms adjoined, lying on a sun-flooded, gently sloping New Hampshire hillside. Between them loomed The Wall. It was not a high wall. On the contrary, its formidableness was the result of tradition rather than fact. The wall has been there for generations, and it's crumbling. As in a bygone age one runner passed a lighted torch on to another, so did one generation of Howes and Websters bequeath to the next the embers of wrath that never died. Each faction disclaimed all responsibility for the wall, and each refused to lay a handono it…And now that Martin Howe and Ellen Webster reigned in their respective homesteads, neither one of them was any more graciously inclined toward raising the fallen boundary to its pristine glory than had been their progenitors. Will Martin Howe and Ellen Webster dispense with the wall and call a truce?
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