I'd left Master Thomas's house, and gone to live with Edward Covey on January 1st 1833. Edward Covey was a slave breaker, who made it his mission to make slaves to feel they would never be free.
"I have to lye down." (out of breath)
The first day I was there of course I was working harder then I ever had before. " I never went even a week without getting whipped because he thought I wasn't working hard enough."
"That hurts so much but I think I got away."
When night came, there I was lying in hay as a bed and I was a solid ice cube. I could not fall asleep because of the terrible conditions when I realized that I had to get up in 1 hour for the next day. I was mad and I knew I was going to be tired and get whipped.
I was so tired I had to lye down. But as soon as I did Covey came and started to whip me. The whip was louder then thunder screaming in my ear.
CRACK (of the whip)
I ran and hid for so long until I had to get out of the sun so I ran as fast as I could to the nearest tree that had some shade. It wasn't easy to do knowing that the overseer and Covey was looking at me.
I was laying there with an open wound on my chest. I was so tired I fell asleep for a couple of minutes. I know I could of slept longer but I woke up from the whip sound CRACK, CRACK, CRACK and a blood curling scream from a women.