On January 1st, 1833 my master Thomas sent me to live with Mr.Covey for a year. Mr. Covey had a reputation for breaking slaves. I think that's why my master sent me to this plantation. I hope that I don't get broken by Mr. Covey.
A couple of days at the plantation I was working with the very hot sun outside and it's terrible. I went under a tree to take a break and cool off. Knowing Covey he could be here any second. Suddenly look above me and Covey is towering over me with a mad expression. If slaves aren't working they usually get beaten so I get beaten for the first time.
I didn't know if I could take all of this pressure working all day every day. I didn't know if I wanted to keep going or end my life early. It's very depressing out here on the plantation and I don't want to do this the rest of my life. But, deep down in my mind there was hope of freedom. So I decided to wait a while till I make a decision.