The wagon was loaded to its full capacity.

There was nothing to do but walk.

I was not yet twelve years old, but I had to walk with the rest the full thousand miles, and we made nearly thirty miles a day.
Fortunately we were not molested by Indians.

From passing wagon-trains we got a few rifles, all they could spare, and with these we were able to kill game for fresh meat.

I wore out three pairs of moccasins on that journey, and learned then that the thicker are the soles of your shoes, the easier are your feet on a long walk over rough ground.
After a month of hard travel we reached Leavenworth.