I expect to see 'Pap' Thomas again.

He's a general to my liking." "And to mine, too," said Pennington, "but we can talk about him later on, because I'm going to sleep again inside of a minute." Dick was not averse to silence, as he, too, was half asleep; that is, he was in a dreamy stage, and he was at peace with the world and his fellow men.

From under drooping eyelids he was vaguely watching the low shores of the Mississippi, and the great mass of yellow waters moving onward from the far vague forests of the North in their journey of four thousand miles to the gulf.
Like all boys of the great valley, Dick always felt the romance and spell of the Mississippi.

It was to him and them one of the greatest facts in the natural world, the grave of De Soto, the stream on which their fathers and forefathers had explored and traded and fought since their beginnings.

Now it was fulfilling its titanic role again, and the Union fleets upon its bosom were splitting the Confederacy asunder.
He, too, fell asleep before long.