Then very often at night-time the gun positions are changed, and by immense efforts great howitzers are hauled into new pits. The Army Service Corps must deliver its goods also by the light of the moon, and from the front glide past the motor-ambulances with wounded and sick. They are protected by a mesh of expanded steel, for they go right into the zone of fire. In this way deliverance is worked out for unhappy Flanders. Amid thunderous roar of cannon, the rising and falling of star-shells, rockets, and flares, of all colours and meanings, and the ceaseless rattle of machine-guns, Our Lady of Deliverance is thrusting forth the flail of retribution and the banner of freedom. It is no sacrilege to ascribe our slow and sure pressure on the enemy to higher and divine powers, even if we acknowledge, for our sins, that the backward sweep of the awful flail smites us also. This would be the last thought to the inhabitants of these war-stricken areas. To begin with, they are a deeply religious people, and their religion gives them hope and faith for the future. The Germans have destroyed their church but not their faith. They have removed the altar from the ruins of their once beautiful church to a neighbouring farm-house, and there they pray to Notre Dame de Délivrance. The same spirit is seen in the neighbouring towns and villages. In such churches as are left standing you usually see the Union Jack and the Tricolour at each side of the chancel, and always the statue of St. Jeanne D'Arc is prominent, decorated, sometimes illuminated, and ever the object of many devotions. It is this spirit which possesses the women of France. Yet religion here to-day manifests itself in masculine types, and even the Maid of Orleans is portrayed in the garb of a soldier and with a drawn sword. It is the effigy of Christ which is usually seen in wayside sanctuaries, and they are not usually dedicated to Notre Dame. This is natural enough in such a virile country as Northern France. The women, however, are doing their share in working out the deliverance. Near this very sanctuary you may see women and girls on the top of the haystacks building them up. A soldier on leave is usually seen tossing the stooks up, and boys drive the big Flemish horses in the lumbering old fashioned wains, but all the rest is the work of the women, even to harrowing the fields. The harvest is being got in right up to the guns, and the soldiers are not allowed to harm crops or traverse fields. The heavy traffic on roads by guns and army transport has necessitated a good deal of reconstruction. The boys and the old men are doing it. How the women can stay on and attend to the little shops in the villages at the front is a mystery to us, for these shops and houses are being steadily demolished by gunfire.