Frederick Douglass was a slave born in the 1800s, he only saw his mom a couple of times, she lived 12 miles away from him. She would walk through freezing cold woods just to hold him. She would always hold him with such warmth. “Are you okay my little valentine.” she would say. Frederick used to live with a young couple called the Auld’s, he wasn’t allowed to read at the Auld’s so he had to find a way around them. Frederick knew the Auld family was wealthy. “Hey excuse me.” Frederick would say. “Yes.” A white boy would respond. “Can I see that book of yours.” Frederick said pointing to the white child's book. “Ya sure.” The white boy said. “I’ll give you this bread here, for the book.” Frederick said pulling out the piece of bread out of his pocket. “You got yourself a deal.” Said the white child. “But I need it everyday for school, but I can just teach you.” He said. Frederick had a good life living with the Auld’s, but soon got transferred to a slave breaker named Covey. Covey was a very hard working man, and knew what a man could do. Covey was a slave breaker meaning his job was to break any spirit the slaves had.
Frederick was much more different than the other slaves. He would always be by himself. Covey didn’t trust this and tried extra hard to break his spirit. He would whip him extra hard and would whip him way more than any of the other slaves. Covey had a nickname that all the other slaves would call him it was the snake. The slaves would call him this because he would be behind every tree, in every tree branch, and in every bush. He would catch people off guard when they weren't doing there work and when he did find someone not doing their work he would whip them hundreds of times. But one day on the hottest days of August Frederick began to get really sick from the intense heat. He fell to the ground moaning in pain. “Ughh.” Frederick screamed. “Get up!” Covey yelled. But Frederick couldn’t get up. He didn’t have anything left in his body. “Ughh.” Frederick yelled again. “Get up!” Covey yelled again. But he just couldn’t get up.
With Frederick refusing to get up Covey gave Frederick a savage kick to the ribs. Making it harder for Frederick to get up. Covey then left to get his whip, he ran over to Frederick with the whip in his hand and gave Frederick a fierce whip causing a big wound on fredericks head. Covey then left Frederick alone. At around nine o’clock Frederick made an attempt to get over the fence separating Coveys land from their neighbors. “I’m gonna get you!” Covey yelled to Frederick, but Frederick made it over the fence safely. Frederick made a run to the woods. “Your lucky.” yelled Covey walking back to the plantation. Frederick ran into the woods not knowing where he was going and saw a campfire. He saw a fellow slave.