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Speaking, too, of the cemeteries, where general and private rest side by side beneath the same simple stones, equal in the honour of their death for duty's sake, he agreed that this was the only possible way.
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THE KING MEETING MARSHAL FOCH]
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SALUTING THE FRENCH COLOUR PARTY]
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SALUTING THE FRENCH COLOUR PARTY]
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THE FRENCH GUARD OF HONOUR]
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THE KING AND MARSHAL FOCH]
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"_I have come to lay a wreath in homage on the tombs of French heroes who have fallen for their country_"]
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THE SILENCE AND THE SALUTE TO THE DEAD]
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THE BROW OF THE HILL OVERLOOKING THE RIDGE
THE KING WITH MARSHAL FOCH, GENERAL WEYGAND AND FIELD-MARSHAL EARL HAIG]
[Ill.u.s.tration: INSPECTION OF GARDENERS]
[Ill.u.s.tration: FORCEVILLE CEMETERY]
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THE KING SPEAKING TO THE MAYOR]
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A TRAVELLING GARDENING PARTY]
[Ill.u.s.tration: PICQUIGNY
WHERE A NUMBER OF AUSTRALIANS LIE]
[Ill.u.s.tration: CROUY BRITISH CEMETERY
THE KING TALKING TO TWO BEREAVED AUSTRALIAN RELATIVES]
III: "_It was bare and hilly ground where once the bread-corn grew._"
In the evening of May 11 the King pa.s.sed from Belgium into France on his way to Vimy, which had been chosen as the resting-place for the night. As the train arrived at Hazebrouck, the first stop after crossing the frontier, the Prefect of the Nord, together with the Maire of Hazebrouck, received His Majesty. The Maire (M. l'Abbe Lemire) is a figure known to every soldier who pa.s.sed through Hazebrouck during the war; not only had he been a constant friend to all ranks of the British Army, but his courageous and imperturbable control of his townspeople during the early days of 1914 will always be remembered in the history of the war.
The journey through the stricken area of French Flanders was full of memories of heroic resolution and accomplishment. Those fields yonder were tilled during the war by the French--the old men, women, and children--under the guns of the enemy, the plough-share's orderly cutting of the soil now and again interrupted as exploding sh.e.l.ls dug their pits, but the stubborn peasants going on with their toil. Those same fields, later, knew at its best the practical heroism of the British soldier (is not that the dominant characteristic of the British race, its power to bring the highest courage to the common labour of life?). The German onrush had brought areas (which the French had cultivated under sh.e.l.l fire) within the zone of the front line and the civilians had to be sent back. Since every ear of wheat was precious at that time, the British Army organized to save this part of the French harvest, and actually reaped the product of eighteen thousand acres. It was gallant work, chiefly done by fighting men between their turns in the trenches. When an area was under the direct fire and close observation of the enemy the crop was cut at night. When the enemy used gas sh.e.l.ls to prevent the work, the soldier reapers went on with their task in gas masks. One area of six acres of corn was so close to the enemy trenches that the idea of saving it seemed desperate. But one night seventeen volunteers with hand scythes cleared the whole of it in the three hours of darkness that were available. This, more perhaps than any deeds done in the heat and ardour of battle, impressed the French farmers and set in their minds an imperishable memory of the gallant friendliness of the British.
Coming to Vimy and looking out on its ridge, the King bethought of the great battle in which his Canadian troops had won this key-position, and telegraphed to Lord Byng, the present Governor-General of Canada, and before in command of the Canadian Corps, the following message of thankfulness and congratulation:--
"I have just spent the night at Vimy. My thoughts are with you."
It was a right royal remembrance which delighted Canada.