After many tries, Douglass finally gains his feet. “Good.” Mr. Covey says, “Finish fanning the wheat.” The others nod. Douglass tries to walk and tries to go back and pick up more wheat. He stumbles and falls again. Seeing this enraged Mr. Covey. He grabbed the wooden slate Hughes was using and hits Douglass on the head. Doing this, Douglass is knocked out. He awakened within a few minutes. After laying down, Douglass felt better and got back to his feet.
Douglass finally made it back to his master’s house. It was quite late. Hoping that Thomas Auld would help him, he knocked. Thomas answered. “What are you doing here!?” Thomas asked. He was surprised, but very angry. “Will you please help me?” Douglass pleaded. “No! You’re going back to Mr. Covey’s.” Thomas said. After being sent away by Thomas Auld, Douglass was heading back to Mr. Covey’s farm. He reached the fencing early in the morning, hoping Mr. Covey wouldn’t be waiting. As he hopped over the fence, Mr. Covey ran out with his whip. Douglass started to run. “Get back here!” Covey hollered. Douglass kept running. He felt the soft grass brushing against him as he sprinted. His spirit felt so alive. Was this the feeling of being free? It made him long to be free even more. He felt out of breath and needed to rest but he didn’t want to get caught by Mr. Covey.
Douglass keeps running. Where would he rest? He puts on a burst of speed. The closest field is the corn field. The corn was quite high, so he runs into it and crouches down. He cranes his neck to look back. Mr. Covey is scanning the fields with an irritated face. Mr. Covey doesn’t search, though. He knows that Douglass will come back to eat. He sits, waiting patiently for Mr. Covey to leave. Once he does, Douglass thinks of his friend, Sandy Jenkins. He has a wife, who is free. They live in their own small house, about four miles from Covey’s. Douglass decides to head there for a while. He could get some advice while he is there too. Maybe he could figure out questions that are always going through his head, dancing freely as if they are teasing him. Why do slave owners treat us, their slaves, so badly? Is there a way to stop slavery? Could someone be out there to save us? Maybe one day, slavery would end, he thought.