It was a small door … I had to duck my head when I went through； and John Coffey actually had to sit and scoot。 You came out on a little landing； then went down three cement steps to a board floor。 It was a miserable room without heat and with a metal roof； just like the one on the block to which it was an adjunct。 It was cold enough in there to see your breath during the winter； and stifling in the summer。 At the execution of Elmer Manfred … in July or August of '30； that one was； I believe…we had nine witnesses pass out。
On the left side of the storage shed … again … there was life。 Tools （all locked down in frames criss…crossed with chains； as if they were carbine rifles instead of spades and pickaxes）； dry goods； sacks of seeds for spring planting in the prison gardens； boxes of toilet paper； pallets cross…loaded with blanks for the prison plate…shop。。。 even bags of lime for marking out the baseball diamond and the football gridiron … the cons played in what was known as The Pasture； and fall afternoons were greatly looked forward to at Cold Mountain。
On the right … once again … death。 Old Sparky his ownself； sitting up on a plank platform at the southeast corner of the store room； stout oak legs； broad oak arms that had absorbed the terrorized sweat of scores of men in the last few minutes of their lives； and the metal cap； usually hung jauntily on the back of the chair； like some robot kid's beanie in a Buck Rogers ic…strip。 A cord ran from it and through a gasket…circled hole in the cinderblock wall behind the chair。 Off to one side was a galvanized tin bucket。 If you looked inside it； you would see a circle of sponge； cut just right to fit the metal cap。 Before executions； it was soaked in brine to better conduct the charge of direct…current electricity that ran through the wire； through the sponge； and into the condemned man's brain。
2。
1932 was the year of John Coffey。 The details would be in the papers； still there for anyone who cared enough to look them out … someone with more energy than one very old man whittling away the end of his life in a Georgia nursing home。 That was
a hot fall； I remember that； very hot； indeed。 October almost like August； and the warden's wife； Melinda； up in the hospital at Indianola for a spell。 It was the fall I had the worst urinary infection of my life； not bad enough to put me in the hospital myself； but almost bad enough for me to wish I was dead every time I took a leak。 It was the fall of Delacroix； the little half…bald Frenchman with the mouse； the one that came in the summer and did that cute trick with the spool。 Mostly； though； it was the fall that John Coffey came to E Block； sentenced to death for the rape…murder of the Detterick twins。
There were four or five guards on the block each shift； but a lot of them were floaters。 Dean Stanton； Harry Terwilliger； and Brutus Howell （the men called him 〃Brutal；〃 but it was a joke； he wouldn't hurt a fly unless he had to； in spite of his size） are all dead now； and so is Percy Wetmore； who really was brutal 。。。 not to mention stupid。 Percy had no business on E Block； where an ugly nature was useless and sometimes dangerous； but he was related to the governor by marriage； and so he stayed。
It was Percy Wetmore who ushered Coffey onto the block； with the supposedly traditional cry of 〃Dead man walking！ Dead man walking here！〃
It was still as hot as the hinges of hell； October or not。 The door to the exercise yard opened； letting in a flood of brilliant light and the biggest man I've ever seen； except for some of the basketball fellows they have on the TV down in the 〃Resource Room〃 of this home for wayward droolers I've finished up in。 He wore chains on his arms and across his water…barrel of a chest； he wore legirons on his ankles and shuffled a chain between them that sounded like cascading coins as it ran along the lime … colored corridor between the cells。 Percy Wetmore was on one side of him； skinny little Harry Terwilliger was on the other； and they looked like children walking along with a captured bear。 Even Brutus Howell looked like a kid next to Coffey； and Brutal was over six feet tall and broad as well； a football tackle who had gone on to play at LSU until he flunked out and came back home to the ridges。
John Coffey was black； like most of the men who came to stay for awhile in E Block before dying in Old Sparky's lap； and he stood six feet； eight inches tall。 He wasn't all willowy like the TV basketball fellows； though … he was broad in the shoulders and deep through the chest； laced over with muscle in every direction。 They'd put him in the biggest denims they could find in Stores； and still the cuffs of the pants rode halfway up on his bunched and scarred calves。 The shirt was open to below his chest； and the sleeves stopped somewhere on his forearms。 He was holding his cap in one huge hand； which was just as well； perched on his bald mahogany ball of a head； it would have looked like the kind of cap an organgrinder's monkey wears； only blue instead of red。 He looked like he could have snapped the chains that held him as easily as you might snap the ribbons on a Christmas present； but when you looked in his face； you knew he wasn't going to do anything like that。 It wasn't dull…although that was what Percy thought； it wasn't long before Percy was calling him the ijit … but lost。 He kept looking around as if to make out where he was。 Maybe even who he was。 My first thought was that he looked like a black Samson 。。。 only after Delilah had shaved him smooth as her faithless little hand and taken all the fun out of him。
〃Dead man walking！〃 Percy trumpeted； hauling on that bear of a man's wristcuff； as if he really believed he could move him if Coffey decided he didn't want to move anymore on his own。 Harry didn't say anything； but he looked embarrassed。 〃Dead man………！'
'That'll be enough of that；〃 I said。 I was in what was going to be Coffey's cell； sitting on his bunk。 I'd known he was ing； of course； was there to wele him and take charge of him； but had no idea of the man's pure size until I saw him。 Percy gave me a look that said we all knew I was an asshole （except for the big dummy； of course； who only knew how to rape and murder little girls）； but he didn't say anything。
The three of them stopped outside the cell door； which was standing open on its track。 I nodded to Harry； who said： 〃Are you sure you want to be in there with him； boss？〃 I didn't often hear Harry Terwilliger sound nervous … he'd been right there by my side during the riots of six or seven years before and had never wavered； even when the rumors that some of them had guns began to circulate … but he sounded nervous then。
〃Am I going to have any trouble with you； big boy？〃 I asked； sitting there on the bunk and trying not to look or sound as miserable as I felt…that urinary infection I mentioned earlier wasn't as bad as it eventually got； but it was no day at the beach； let me tell you。
Coffey shook his head slowly … once to the left； once to the right； then back to dead center。 Once his eyes found me； they never left me。
Harry had a clipboard with Coffey's forms on it in one hand。 〃Give it to him；〃 I said to Harry 〃Put it in his hand。〃
Harry did。 The big mutt took it like a sleepwalker。
〃Now bring it to me； big boy；〃 I said； and Coffey did； his chains jingling and rattling。 He had to duck his head just to enter the cell。
I looked up and down mostly to register his height as a fact and not an optical illusion。 It was real： six feet； eight inches。 His weight was given as two…eighty； but I think that was only an estimate； he had to have been three hundred and twenty； maybe as much as three hundred and fifty pounds。 Under the space for scars and identifying marks； one word had been blocked out in the laborious printing of Magnusson； the old trusty in Registration： Numerous。
I looked up。 Coffey had shuffled a bit to one side and I could see Harry standing across the corridor in front of Delacroix's cell … he was our only other prisoner in E Block when Coffey came in。 Del was a slight； balding man with the worried face of an accountant who knows his embezzlement will soon be discovered。 His tame mouse was sit