He started, his dreams gone from him like a covey of frightened quail.
Passing now through woods they started a covey of partridges.
However, deep in the woods they came upon a covey of partridges.
On my return, I told Mr. Covey what had happened, and how it happened.
Mr. Covey was one of the few slaveholders who could and did work with his hands.
Hughes came, and, while Covey held me, attempted to tie my right hand.
This kick had the effect of not only weakening Hughes, but Covey also.
This battle with Mr. Covey was the turning-point in my career as a slave.
No thief was ever more artful in his devices than this man Covey.
You belong to Mr. Covey for one year, and you must go back to him, come what will.
