success, but resolved to maintain his
reputation for personal courage, likewise spoke in favor of haste,
whilst the gray-haired banneret, T[oe]nig, withdrew his proposal to
halt. "I am as stout as you," said he, "and you will find it so." The
event soon proved his saying true.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, when the banner reached Cappel.
Only a few of the most active entered the battle-field with it. The
rest of the soldiers followed in great disorder. For some time,
G[oe]ldli and his men, strengthened by the inhabitants of the
surrounding country, had sustained, with trifling loss, the fire of the
enemy's artillery, and answered it with their own. Just as Lavater,
Zwingli and the other leaders came up, a pause ensued, in consequence
of a council of war in the hostile camp, which resulted in a change of
position. The Zurichers also met to deliberate. The challenge of the
Five Cantons was produced by G[oe]ldli and handed over to Zwingli. It
was now evening. A renewal of the battle was no longer anticipated.
Peter Fuessli proposed that the cannon on hand should be removed to a
hill, lying somewhat in the rear, and a secure position taken behind
it. The others, though differing in opinion, went along with him to
look at the spot; but just at this most unfavorable moment, when
deprived of their best leaders, the Zurichers saw themselves threatened
by the enemy, who were close upon them. For whilst the Catholic
captains were discussing their affairs to little purpose, and their
main forces lay in the back-ground, the _vogt_ Jouch of Uri had slipped
unperceived with a number of marksmen into a little grove, which
commanded the flank of the Zurichan army. Volunteers from the Five
Cantons, Unterwalden especially, advanced in front. Against these, all
of the Zurichers, who were most eager for the fray rushed, without
waiting for orders, and never dreaming of an ambuscade. Then an
irregular conflict arose. Lavater, Zwingli and the greater part of
their companions returned to take their place in the ranks, as soon as
they heard of it. At this very moment, the rest of the Catholics
pressed forward, and all at once Jouch and his marksmen opened fire.
The peril of the Zurichers was manifest. "How is it, Master Ulric,"
said Leonhard Burkhard, a member of the baker's guild, who were not
friendly to the Reformer, "are the turnips salted? Who shall eat them?"
"I," said he, "and many an honest man here with me, in God's hand,