text_original: The tall backwoodsman who had shot him waded across the stream, and in the twinkling of an eye seized the scalp lock and ran it round with his knife, holding up the bleeding trophy with a shout.
text_transcription: THE TALL BACKWOODSMAN WHO HAD SHOT HIM WADED ACROSS THE STREAM AND IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE SEIZED THE SCALPLOCK AND RAN IT ROUND WITH HIS KNIFE HOLDING UP THE BLEEDING TROPHY WITH A SHOUT
phonemes: ðə tˈɔːl bˈækwʊdzmən hˌuː hæd ʃˈɑːt hˌɪm wˈeɪdᵻd əkɹˌɑːs ðə stɹˈiːm, ænd ɪnðə twˈɪŋklɪŋ əvən ˈaɪ sˈiːzd ðə skˈælp lˈɑːk ænd ɹˈæn ɪt ɹˈaʊnd wɪð hɪz nˈaɪf, hˈoʊldɪŋ ˌʌp ðə blˈiːdɪŋ tɹˈoʊfi wɪð ɐ ʃˈaʊt.