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r life a free woman； the obituary said； and had rescued the small…town library of Raines Falls pretty much single…handed。 She had also taught Sunday school and had been much loved in that little backwater。 LIBRARIAN DIES OF HEART FAILURE； the headline said； and below that； in smaller type； almost as an afterthought： Served Over Two Decades in Prison for Murder。 Only the eyes； wide and blazing behind the glasses with the rhinestones at the corners； were the same。 They were the eyes of a woman who even at seventy…whatever would not hesitate to pluck a safety razor from its blue jar of disinfectant； if the urge seemed pressing。 You know murderers； even if they finish up as old lady librarians in dozey little towns。 At least you do if you've spent as much time minding murderers as I did。 There was only one time I ever had a question about the nature of my job。 That； I reckon； is why I'm writing this。
The wide corridor up the center of E Block was floored with linoleum the color of tired old limes； and so what was called the Last Mile at other prisons was called the Green Mile at Cold Mountain。 It ran； I guess； sixty long paces from south to north； bottom to top。 At the bottom was the restraint room。 At the top end was a T…junction。 A left turn meant life…if you called what went on in the sunbaked exercise yard life； and many did； many lived it for years； with no apparent ill effects。 Thieves and arsonists and sex criminals； all talking their talk and walking their walk and making their little deals。
A right turn； though … that was different。 First you went into my office （where the carpet was also green； a thing I kept meaning to change and not getting around to）； and crossed in front of my desk； which was flanked by the American flag on the left and the state flag on the right。 On the far side were two doors。 One led into the small W。C。 that I and the Block E guards （sometimes even Warden Moores） used； the other opened on a kind of storage shed。 This was where you ended up when you walked the Green Mile。
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。
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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 y