He lay upon the soft turf and he had doubled his blanket under his head as a pillow.

At first the droning noises of camp or preparation had come from afar, but soon they ceased and now the frogs down by the sluggish waters began to croak.
It was a musical sound, one that he had heard often in his native state, and, singularly enough, the lad drew encouragement from it.

"Be of good cheer! Be of good cheer! Trust in the future! Trust in the future!" said all those voices down among the swamps and reeds.

And then Dick said to himself: "I will trust and I will have hope!" He remembered his last glimpse of Grant's short, strong figure and the confidence that this man inspired in him.

He, with tens of thousands of others, Abraham Lincoln at their head, had been looking for a man, they had looked long and in vain for such a man, but Dick was beginning to believe that they had found him at last.
It would take much of a man to stand before the genius of Lee, but it might be Grant.