text_original: Some were painting themselves, others cleaning their rifles and sharpening their scalping knives. All jabbered unceasingly. Now and again a silent brave passed, paused a moment to survey them gravely, grunted an answer to something they would fling at him, and went on.
text_transcription: SOME WERE PAINTING THEMSELVES OTHERS CLEANING THEIR RIFLES AND SHARPENING THEIR SCALPING KNIVES ALL JABBERED UNCEASINGLY NOW AND AGAIN A SILENT BRAVE PASSED PAUSED A MOMENT TO SURVEY THEM GREATLY GRUNTED AN ANSWER TO SOMETHING THEY WOULD FLING AT HIM AND WENT ON
phonemes: sˌʌm wɜː pˈeɪntɪŋ ðɛmsˈɛlvz, ˈʌðɚz klˈiːnɪŋ ðɛɹ ɹˈaɪfəlz ænd ʃˈɑːɹpənɪŋ ðɛɹ skˈælpɪŋ nˈaɪvz. ˈɔːl dʒˈæbɚd ʌnsˈiːsɪŋli. nˈaʊ ænd ɐɡˈɛn ɐ sˈaɪlənt bɹˈeɪv pˈæst, pˈɔːzd ɐ mˈoʊmənt tə sɚvˈeɪ ðˌɛm ɡɹˈeɪvli, ɡɹˈʌntᵻd ɐn ˈænsɚ tə sˈʌmθɪŋ ðeɪ wʊd flˈɪŋ æt hˌɪm, ænd wɛnt ˈɔn.