Later, Mrs. Auld took Frederick out on some errands. Frederick noticed that she snapped at nearly everyone she met for the most ridiculous reasons. Mrs. Auld also made him carry every package,
There was a knock on the door of the Auld’s house. “I’ll get it.” said Mr. Auld. He opened the door to see a man standing on the porch, one arm gripped on Frederick’s shoulder.
and when one fell from the tall stack of boxes, she yelled loud enough to make the whole street stare. That night, Frederick heard a knock at the door. Mrs. Auld answered it. The knocker was a very old man, his ragged clothes reeking of filth. He was clearly poor. “Could you spare a few cents for the poor, good lady?” “Out, you filthy beggar!” Mrs. Auld planted a firm kick in the man’s chest. He fell backward onto the cobbled street. Frederick felt terrible for him. He had done nothing to deserve this. Could this possibly be the same kind lady who had greeted him into her home with smiles and tea? When Mrs. Auld had gone, Frederick crept down to the beggar. He held out a nickel, the only piece of money he had ever owned. “Thank you young man,” said the beggar. “God bless you.” Frederick had hardly felt the hand on his shoulder before he was dragged inside by Mrs. Auld. “What were you thinking!” she bellowed. “Giving money to that piece of trash!” Mr. Auld handed her a thick wooden stick. She took it, and looked upon Frederick with a great coldness in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” Frederick turned to see who had spoken to him. “Your bruises,” the man said. “My name is Mr. Kew. Would you like some ointment?” “Thank you, but I’m fine.” Frederick replied. “It’s nice to see a kind face at last.” “Whatever do you mean?” Mr. Kew inquired. Frederick went on to describe the events leading up to his injury. “Mrs. Auld welcomed me with warmness I had never experienced before in anyone other then my mother, whom I only saw a few times. Then, it all disappeared, and I was left staring at a horrible stranger. It hurts to remember how Mrs. Auld used to be.” “That’s terrible,” the man remarked. “Is there anything I can do?” “Yes actually,” said Frederick. “I’ve just gotten the most brilliant idea.”
“Hello Mr. Auld. My name is Thomas Kew. Is this your slave?” he asked. “I caught him trying to get on a train bound for Canada.” “He sure is.” Mr. Auld replied. “Sophia, go get the switch!” “Now hold on now Mr. Auld,” said Mr. Kew. “I’ve found that that kind of discipline only causes further bad behavior. What this young man needs is some hard work out in the country. It’ll make him more obedient.” “That’s a fine idea.” said Mr. Auld. “I have a cousin who owns a plantation not to far from here. I think I’ll send Frederick there.” “Mr. Auld went back inside. “Are you sure about this?” Mr. Kew asked Frederick. “A plantation owner would be just as cruel as the Aulds.” “But they’ll always have been that way,” said Frederick. “I won’t have to remember how nice they used to be.” “I think I understand.” replied Mr. Kew. “Good luck to you!” Frederick thought about the road ahead of him, and he knew the way would not be easy. But no matter how far he went, he would always remember the stunning transformation of Mrs. Auld and the great pain it caused him.