Frederick Douglass was a slave who, on January 1st, 1833, was rented out to Mr. Covey for one year by his owner, Thomas Auld. It was Covey’s job to break slave’s spirits so they wouldn’t rebel against their masters, and to do so he did terrible things to the slaves he held. He hit the slaves as almost every punishment when they did something he didn’t like, Covey even yelled at them for stopping to rest during work. The slaves were only allowed to get new clothes once a year, so they often had to work in their underwear if their clothes were tattered. Covey worked his slaves from blinding sunrise to dead night, whether it was snowing, or a scalding summer day. Covey deprived his slaves of time for other activities by using it as work time.
One day, Frederick went to Mr. Auld for help because of all the terrible things Covey forced the slaves through. Mr. Auld only sent him back to Covey the next day. He did as his owner told and walked back to Covey’s. When he arrived, Covey was at the door, glaring at him. Covey started running at Frederick. Fear overtook Frederick, and he started running as if he were being hunted by a vicious wolf. "Get back here!" Covey yelled at him. Douglass didn't answer. His mind was on trying to find a way to get away from Covey. Fortunately, Douglass was able to duck into a tall cornfield before he was caught. Covey searched the field for a long time, but eventually gave up. Knowing well that he couldn’t go back to Covey’s and not be harshly beaten, Frederick chose to spend the night in the forest.
Frederick Douglass cautiously ventured into the woods, knowing fully well there were many dangers within. As he walked, he tried to distract himself from his thoughts of fear with the raw beauty of nature. Plump birds fluffed up their feathers, their songs ending as dark approached. Crickets and frogs prepared to begin to serenade the air with their night sounds. By the light of the setting sun, Frederick saw a figure crossing his path. As he got closer, he saw that it was a person, a man with dark skin like him. Frederick called a greeting to the stranger. The man walked up to Frederick. “Hello, who are you?” The man questioned, answering Frederick's greeting. “I’m Sandy. Sandy Jenkins.” He introduced himself.