It was a sunny, hot, sweaty, morning in the horse stable. Frederick Douglass was working much, pretending that nothing happened the day before. He was quietly doing his job while knowing that Covey is coming. Mr. Douglass doesn't know but he's ready, ready to face Covey because he ran away from the slave plantation yesterday. Holding a so called magic root in his hand, that supposedly prevents any white person from whipping a slave. Mr. Douglass knew it wasn't going to work, but it was his only option.
Covey comes in the stable with a hickory stick, ready to whip Mr.Douglass.”You know what you did.” said Covey with anger. The whip staring at Mr. Douglass like a mosquito near light.’’I don't know what your talking about sir.” ’’You know,” and slashes Mr. Douglass in the face with the whip. There was blood everywhere.
Mr.Douglass blocked the second blow, and then realizes he can fight back. So that's what he did. Covey and Mr. Douglass at it like wild gorillas, blood and all. Mr. Douglass ends up winning the fight, physically, and mentally. Therefore Covey never laid a finger on Mr. Douglass again. That night Mr. Douglass realizes he doesn't have to be a slave, and that there's nothing holding him back from being free. ’’This is my building block to freedom.’’