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suggested we had better evacuate. I asked him if this were advice or an order. He said,"Advice." I said I would not go until the order came. Miss Day and I had prayer every night together. How should we know where bombs would fall and where not? How should we know if it were best to go? We packed a few hand bags and her prayer was if it were time to move, someone would say to us, "You must go." Meanwhile our daily readings were in the story of Daniel-the fiery furnace-this was a trial by fire. We had no air raid shelter of course, but we fixed a retreat under the stair to be out of the way of shrapnel. Here was a small table with Clyde's school work, with paper and crayons for Celene, and blocks for the younger children. The air raid siren was not dependable. Frequently "All Clear" went when the planes were still overhead. Often the planes were there before the signal. Finally, the planes "got" the siren. The planes were after the guns on the hill above us and they seemed to be dive bombing directly at our roof. The bombing began at 8:00 a.m. If we were quick we could get our breakfast over in peace. At 11:00 a.m. there was a lull for about an hour and then the bombing continued at intervals till about 5:00 p.m. The nights were comparatively quiet as the shelling was aimed from the other side of the hill, and we were out of range. When we heard the hum of the planes we would assemble under the stairs and sing in Chinese: "Pray Jesus, save, save me, Be my guarantee, Forgive my iniquity." The bombs would fall. "If you hear them fall, it means they've missed you," said my cook's wife. This was a comforting thought amid the thunderous noise.
We would then sing in Chinese:
"Praise Him, praise Him, We wish all to praise Him, He is love, He is love."
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