Frederick Douglass was a slave, who was born on a plantation who had to face the dreadful reality of slavery day and night. He was whipped by white men, who treated Frederick as if he was just property. Frederick was unhappy and always thinking about his freedom but not knowing much about himself, Frederick Douglass kept going on with his horrible life. When Frederick was little he was separated from his mother. His mother walked through the brutally hot days and the numbing nights, knowing she would get whipped just to hold little Douglass but when his mother died he didn't feel much pain; he felt as is she was just an ordinary stranger that had died. But he even though he barely got to see her warm, loving smile he promised her he would someday be free and be able to live the life he deserves.
One flaming day, Frederick was sent to work on a new plantation for a slave breaker named Mr. Covey. Mr. Covey tried to break slaves hopes and spirits about one day being able to become free. Covey saw something in different in Frederick; something he didn't like. He noticed that every single break Frederick had got, he read a book. To Covey this was very unusual because most slaves didn't know how to read. So covey work Frederick as hard as a rock. Frederick felt as if he was the only slave working. He felt like he was all alone on the plantation, sweating, and exhausted.
One long day, Frederick is worked ferociously and gets sick. Feeling as if Frederick was about to faint Covey hollard “Get up!” “I can't” Douglass exclaimed trying his hardest to. Covey grabs his hickory stick and struck it at Frederick. Frederick streiks and goes back to working but he feels a firing flame in his body full of pure hatred for Mr. Covey. Later that night frederick stomps off into the woods.