Just a random thingy to answer hehe

a ye thank you for points and how is your day going?

Explanation: All went well till Monday morning. On this morning, the

virtue of the root was fully tested. Long before daylight, I

was called to go and rub, curry, and feed, the horses. I

obeyed, and was glad to obey. But whilst thus engaged,

whilst in the act of throwing down some blades from the loft,

Mr. Covey entered the stable with a long rope; and just as I

was half out of the loft, he caught hold of my legs, and was

about tying me. As soon as I found what he was up to, I gave

a sudden spring, and as I did so, he holding to my legs, I was

brought sprawling on the stable, floor. Mr. Covey seemed

now to think he had me, and could do what he pleased; but

at this moment from whence came the spirit I don't know-I

resolved to fight; and, suiting my action to the resolution, I

seized Covey hard by the throat; and as I did so, I rose. He

held on to me, and I to him. My resistance was so entirely

unexpected, that Covey seemed taken all aback. He trembled

like a leaf. This gave me assurance, and I held him uneasy,

causing the blood to run where I touched him with the ends

of my fingers. Mr. Covey soon called out to Hughes for help.

Hughes came, and, while Covey held me, attempted to tie my

right hand. While he was in the act of doing so, I watched my

chance, and gave him a heavy kick close under the ribs.

This kick fairly sickened Hughes, so that he left me in -the

hands of Mr. Covey. This kick had the effect of not only

weakening Hughes, but Covey also. When he saw Hughes

bending over with pain, his courage quailed. He asked me if I  

meant to persist in my resistance. I told him I did, come what

might; that he had used me like a brute for six months, and

that I was determined to be used so no longer. With that he

strove to drag me to a stick that was lying just out of the

stable door. He meant to knock me down. But just as he was

leaning over to get the stick I seized him with both hands by

his collar, and brought him by a sudden snatch to the

ground. By this time, Bill came. Covey called upon him for

assistance. Bill wanted to know what he could do. Covey

said, "Take hold of him, take hold of him!" Bill said his

master hired him out to work, and not to help to whip me; so

he left Covey and myself to fight our own battle out. We were

at it for nearly two hours. Covey at length let me go, puffing

and blowing at a great rate, saying that if I had not resisted,

he would not have whipped me half so much. The truth was,

that he had not whipped me at all. I considered him as

getting entirely the worst end of the bargain; for he had

drawn no blood from me, but I had from him. The whole six

months afterwards, that I spent with Mr. Covey, he never

laid the weight of his finger upon me in anger. He would

occasionally say, he didn't want to get hold of me again. "No,"

thought I, "you need not; for you will come off worse than

You did before.

This battle with Mr. Covey was the turning point in my

career as a slave. It rekindled the few expiring embers of

freedom, and revived within me a sense of my own

manhood. It recalled the departed self-confidence, and

inspired me again with a determination to be free. The

gratification afforded by the triumph was a full

compensation for whatever else might follow, even death  

itself. He only can understand the deep satisfaction which I

experienced, who has himself repelled by force the bloody

arm of slavery. I felt as I never felt before. It was a glorious

resurrection, from the 'tomb of slavery, to the heaven of

freedom. My long-crushed spirit rose, cowardice departed,

bold defiance took its place; and I now resolved that,

however long I might remain a slave in form, the day had

passed forever when I could be a slave in fact.

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