On January 1st, 1833 my master rented me out to a slave breaker named Mr. Covey to work for him for a year.
I lived with Mr. covey for a year. The first six months living there, there was barely a week where i didn't get whipped. i worked my hardest but he didn't feel like i was so he hit me with the hickory stick. Mr.Covey was the devil.
the days were very long and the sun was always staring down on me. I could barely sleep. The nights were very short. Everyday we had to be up before the shadows of darkness faded away.
On one of the hottest days of the month we were working on fanning wheat. While i was working i became sick and my head was aching in pain and my body trembled in every limb.
Mr.Covey was at the house, about a few hundred yards from me. I crawled under a tree to get some shade. Mr.Covey saw me, I was weakening. I told him as well as I could, for scarce had strength to speak. POW! Mr.Covey gave me a savage kick in the side and told me to get up. I didn't get up so he hit me with the hickory stick.
Before i got another beating i was able to out run Mr. Covey and his hickory stick. I ran into the cornfield with my back being a burning flame in pain, since the cornfield is high it allowed me to hide. Covey gave up on finding me after a while thinking i would go back for something to eat. I ran into the woods after Covey stopped looking for me. In the woods i ran into a man named Sandy Jenkins.