brought it about that the great, long-prepared battle day was
fixed for Organ-Sunday, although many voices voted against it, and there
were still some that did not agree with the arrangement, for they were
sure that on the feast-day much else was to be seen and heard. But Churi
grew quite wild if anyone said a word against his plan, and they did not
care to make him angry now, for no one could manage so many soldiers as
he had to look after, and only thus could the victory be won. The Middle
Lotters had naturally joined the Lower Wooders against the Upper Wooders
and so they were now a large army. The Upper Wooders therefore made a
new effort to get Edi for leader and to win the battle, for against such
a large army only a well prepared battle-plan and a general well versed
in war could save them, and Edi was the only one who knew how to do
both.

But he remained steadfast, although it almost choked him, for all the
brilliant examples of the small Greek army against the enormous hordes
of Persians stood before him, and he had to swallow them all down, for
he knew his father's aversion to such warlike doings and then--on
Organ-Sunday!

Churi had ordered that his whole army should come together on the Friday
before Organ-Sunday in the Middle Lot. So the whole crowd collected on
the evening fixed, and there was an indescribable noise. But big Churi
shouted the loudest and explained to them the arrangements of the day:
first, all would go to church, and during that time, he and his officers
would go to find out the best place for camping and for the battle.

"Ah, so, Churi!" a little fellow in the crowd shouted, "that is why you
voted for church, that you might do outside what you want to!"

Churi cried, much vexed: "That must be on account of discipline; if you
do not want to go, then don't, and the Upper Wooders will pay you for
it." This threat was effective, just as Churi wanted it to be.

The whole army should not come together until after the organ dedication
was over in the morning, and the midday meal which followed at once, was
finished; and in the morning only Churi with his officers should march
out to arrange all places and positions. So he had planned. The officers
whom he had chosen were all his good friends, the toughest Middle
Lotters that could be found.

About this time a year ago, he had, with the very same boys, broken into
the Mayor's vineyard and stolen all his very best, fine Alsatian grapes.
He