text_original: Some cleaned their rifles, and others lost themselves in conjectures of the attack. But Clark himself, tireless, stood with folded arms gazing at the scene below, and the sunlight on his face illumined him (to the lad standing at his side) as the servant of destiny.
text_transcription: SOME CLEANED THEIR RIFLES AND OTHERS LOST THEMSELVES IN CONJECTURES OF THE ATTACK BUT CLARK HIMSELF TIRELESS STOOD WITH FOLDED ARMS GAZING AT THE SCENE BELOW AND THE SUNLIGHT ON HIS FACE ILLUMINED HIM TO THE LAD STANDING AT HIS SIDE AS THE SERVANT OF DESTINY
phonemes: sˌʌm klˈiːnd ðɛɹ ɹˈaɪfəlz, ænd ˈʌðɚz lˈɔst ðɛmsˈɛlvz ɪn kəndʒˈɛktʃɚz ʌvðɪ ɐtˈæk. bˌʌt klˈɑːɹk hɪmsˈɛlf, tˈaɪɚləs, stˈʊd wɪð fˈoʊldᵻd ˈɑːɹmz ɡˈeɪzɪŋ æt ðə sˈiːn bᵻlˈoʊ, ænd ðə sˈʌnlaɪt ˌɔn hɪz fˈeɪs ɪlˈuːmɪnd hˌɪm (tə ðə lˈæd stˈændɪŋ æt hɪz sˈaɪd) æz ðə sˈɜːvənt ʌv dˈɛstɪni.