“It was for long time a matter of surprise to me why Mr. Covey did not immediately have me taken by the constable to the whipping-post, and there regularly whipped for the crime of raising my hands against a white man in defense of myself.” By reading this quotation, I imagine Douglass sitting alone in the plantation, looking at his hands, and wondering why he felt no pain of whipping after the fight.“The day between Christmas and New Year’s day are allowed as holidays; and, accordingly, we were not required to perform any labor, more than feed or to take care of the stock. This time, we recorded as our own, by the grace of our master; and we therefore used or abused nearly as we pleased.” When I read tis quotation, I imagine how Douglass and his family slept and woke up by 11 P.M. I see how they go to visit their relatives living under another master’s house.“ So, when the holidays ended, we staggered up from the fifth of our wallowing, took a long breath, and marched to the field,—feeling, upon the whole, rather glad to go, from what our master had deceived us into a belief was freedom, back to the arms of slavery.” When I was reading this quotation, I imagine slave walking to go on plantation; they were desperate. I see them enjoying to live the same life of their master such as drinking wines, riding a horse, etc… For instance, “a slave loves molasses; he steals some. His master, in many goes off to town, and buy a large quantity; he returns, take his whip, command the slave to eat the molasses, until the poor fellow is  made sick at the very mention of it.” While I was reading that quotation, I imagine how the slave kneels in front of his master and eat the molasses; and he is crying while he eats it.