Iam about to take the back-trail through the old west—the west that i knew and loved. all my life it has been a pleasure to show its beauties, its marvels and its possibilities to those who, under my guidance, saw it for the first time.
the indian, tamed, educated and inspired with a taste for white collars and moving-pictures, is as numerous as ever, but not so picturesque. on the little tracts of his great inheritance allotted him by civilization he is working out his own manifest destiny.
the buffalo has gone. gone also is the stagecoach whose progress his pilgrimages often used to interrupt. gone is the pony express, whose marvelous efficiency could compete with the wind, but not with the harnessed lightning flashed over the telegraph wires. gone are the very bone-gatherers who laboriously collected the bleaching relics of the great herds that once dotted the prairies.
but the west of the old times, with its strong characters, its stern battles and its tremendous stretches of loneliness, can never be blotted from my mind. nor can it, i hope, be blotted from the memory of the american people, to whom it has now become a priceless possession.
it has been my privilege to spend my working years on the frontier. i have known and served with commanders like sherman, sheridan, miles, custer and a. a. carr—men who would be leaders in any army in any age. i have known and to fight with many of the most notable of the indian warriors.
frontiersmen good and bad, gunmen as well as inspired prophets of the future, have been my camp companions. thus, i know the country of which i am about to write as few men now living have known it.
we shall omit the hazards and the hardships, but often we shall leave the iron roads over which the pullman rolls and, back in the hills, see the painted indians winding up the draws, or watch the more savage mormon danites swoop down on the wagon-train. i shall try to vary the journey, for frequent changes of scenes are grateful to travelers. i shall show you some of the humors as well as the excitements of the frontier.
i was born on a farm near leclair, scott county, iowa, february 26, 1846. my father, isaac cody, had emigrated to what was then a frontier state. he and his people, as well as my mother, had all dwelt in ohio. i remember that there were indians all about us, looking savage enough as they slouched about the village streets or loped along the roads on their ponies. but they bore no hostility toward anything save work and soap and water.
we were comfortable and fairly prosperous on the little farm. my mother, whose maiden name was mary ann leacock, took an active part in the life of the neighborhood. an education was scarce in those days. even school teachers did not always possess it. mother's education was far beyond the average, and the local school board used to require all applicants for teachers' position to be examined by her before they were entrusted with the tender intellects of the pioneer children.
but the love of adventure was in father's blood. the railroad—the only one i had ever seen—extended as far as port byron, illinois, just across the mississippi. when the discovery of gold in california in 1849 set the whole country wild, this railroad began to bring the argonauts, bound for the long overland wagon journey across the plains. naturally, father caught the excitement. in 1850 he made a start, but it was abandoned—why i never knew. but after that he was not content with iowa. in 1853 our farm and most of our goods and chattels were converted into money. and in 1854 we all set out for kansas, which was soon to be opened for settlers as a territory.

select all the correct answers.
which two ways would the passage be different if it were told from the point of view of a third-person narrator?
the readers would understand the facts in an objective manner.
the readers would learn about buffalo bill's contribution to history.
the readers would understand buffalo bill's love for his nation.
the readers would understand buffalo bill's struggles in his initial days.
the readers would not know buffalo bill's feelings and thoughts.