Trudging out to the field the next morning, Frederick felt the butterflies in his stomach turn to stone, his mind racing with doubt. Beginning his work, Frederick felt as if something just weren’t right. Anxious, Fredrick turned to his friend and said, “I don’t feel too good about this. I think someone might have let Mr. Freeland in on our plan.” His friend turned to him, his face grim. “I’m afraid so Frederick.”, he said with a sigh. Frederick turned back to his crops, his heart crushed. His fears had come true. Suddenly a loud, stern yell came from Mr. Freeland’s home. “FREDERICK DOUGLASS, REPORT TO MR. FREELAND IMMEADIATELY!” Frederick winced at the sound of his name, and sadly slumped towards the house.
WHAM! With a loud crash, Frederick was thrown to the floor by a tall, serious looking man. Frederick watched the man bind his wrists together with short, scratchy pieces of rope and shove him to a corner. “You are under arrested for attempting to escape Mr. Freeland’s property.”, the man growled. Frederick said nothing. Slowly, Frederick watched his friends follow his same fate, ending up in the same terrified position he was in. Finally, as his last friend, Henry, walked through the door, Frederick closed his eyes, not wanting to see the last of his hopes flush down the drain. Hearing someone yell, Frederick opened his eyes, gasping at what he saw. Henry was fighting back against the police officers! “You’ll never tie me down!”, Henry yelled with a wild look in his eyes. “Stop before I do more than just tie you up, slave.”, the man said as two others rushed into the room. “NEVER!”, Henry cried before they tackled him to the floor. Seeing him put up a fight sent a spark of hope to Frederick’s heart, but it was soon put out as Henry was overpowered and shoved to the corner with him.
During Henry’s brave rebellion, Frederick was hit with a brilliant idea. Waiting until no one was watching him, Frederick threw his pass into the fire, a sly smile slowly spreading from ear to ear as he watched it burn. No one could accuse him of committing a crime he didn’t have any evidence for. The men were convicted regardless, and were loaded onto a cart to be sent to prison. “What will we do with our passes, Frederick?”, they whispered. “Eat them with your biscuits and jam. Own nothing!”, he cried. “Own nothing!”, the men chanted. Later that evening, alone in his jail cell, Frederick found himself reflecting on his plan, analyzing every little detail. “My escape plan may not have gone the way I wanted it to, but I will come back stronger. I will find a way to escape, no matter how long it takes me.”, he thought. “It doesn't matter how many times I fail, I will persevere.” “Frederick Douglass? Someone has come to bail you out.”, an officer gruffly said as he unlocked his cell. Walking out, Frederick was shocked to find his previous owner, Mr. Auld, impatiently waiting for him. “Hurry up, slave. I’m sending you to my brother Hugh’s, where I expect you to learn a trade.”, he grumbled. “Don’t make me regret this!” “Yes sir.”, Frederick sighed, grinning slightly. “Slavery can't tie me down.”, he thought.