Examples Of Narrative Frederick Douglass

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Narrator: Sunday night. Douglass sits alone under a tall leafy tree. He looks up at the twinkling stars, as the cool wind gently blows the delicate leaves. Each star shimmering in the dark night sky. Douglass, with his back against the tree trunk, takes a deep breath and reminisces upon his life.
Frederick Douglass: *sigh* what has my life come to? How has it gotten to the point where I feel as though I don't want live anymore? Maybe…I shouldn’t live anymore. That way I can leave this wretched world forever. I could be far from a place of distress and misery. If died right here and now, would anyone care? Would anyone carry on the story of Frederick Augustus Washington Bailey? *Douglass stands up with a look of anticipation, as though he was …show more content…

Eventually, Douglass went back to the plantation, filled with dread.
Narrator: A few days passed and one of Douglass’s friends, Sandy, had asked him to meet him in the forest. Sandy seemed exited to show Douglass what he had planned, while Douglass looked quite perplexed.
Sandy: Just a little bit further!
Frederick Douglass: Where are you taking me?
Sandy: You’ll see…*Sandy smiles as he puts his hand in his right pocket*
Narrator: Sandy and Douglass reach an area with a plethora of wild plants. Sandy bends over and rips off part of a root, and hands it to Douglass.
Frederick Douglass: *Douglass has his hands out holding the root* Um……Sandy? What is this?
Sandy: A root.
Frederick Douglass: No, I mean, I know it’s a root, but, what am I to do with this?
Sandy: *Chuckles* Keep this in your right pocket. It’s a very special root that has extraordinary abilities. I have my own that I’ve kept in my right pocket for the past few years, and I haven’t been beaten by a white man once! I urge you do the same.
Frederick Douglass: I don't think I want this………I don't see how this one tiny root can have such a large impact. *Douglass pushes his hands towards Sandy so he would take the root …show more content…

Covey: *Looks over at Hughes in shock, while slightly lessening the grip on Douglass* Hughes?!?
Frederick Douglass:*Looks back at Douglass* Do you intend to keep this up?
Frederick Douglass: *Looks at Mr. Covey* I will, if that is what it takes. You have used me as a brute, and a brute I shall be no longer!
Mr. Covey: *Leans towards a stick* Then so be i-
Frederick Douglass: *Grabs Mr. Covey by the collar and knocks him down to the floor* this ends now!
Bill: *Walks in on the brawl* Oh my goodness!
Mr. Covey: Bill! Help me!
Bill: Mr. Covey, sir! What can I do, sir!
Mr. Covey: Take hold of him, take hold of him!
Bill: *Slowly took two steps backward* Sorry, Mr. Covey Sir, but I was hired to work, not to whip other slaves. You can handle this on your own.*Walks of stage while Douglass and Mr. Covey continue to fight*
Narrator: After nearly two hours of fighting, Mr. Covey finally decided he had enough. He let go of Douglass, claiming that if he had not resisted, he would have whipped him half as much. The truth of the matter was that he hadn’t managed to whip Douglass at

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