text_original: But such was the respect we each held for the other's courage that neither dared flinch. And so I walked in, although it seemed as if my shirt was made of needle points and my hair stood on end. The crackings of the old floor were to me like the shots in Charlestown Bay.
text_transcription: BUT SUCH WAS THE RESPECT WE EACH HELD FOR THE OTHER'S COURAGE THAT NEITHER DARED FLINCH AND SO I WALKED IN ALTHOUGH IT SEEMED AS IF MY SHIRT WAS MADE OF NEEDLE POINTS AND MY HAIR STOOD ON END THE CRACKINGS OF THE OLD FLOOR WERE TO ME LIKE THE SHOTS IN CHARLESTOWN BAY
phonemes: bˌʌt sˈʌtʃ wʌzðə ɹᵻspˈɛkt wiː ˈiːtʃ hˈɛld fɚðɪ ˈʌðɚz kˈɜːɹɪdʒ ðæt nˈiːðɚ dˈɛɹd flˈɪntʃ. ænd sˌoʊ aɪ wˈɔːkt ˈɪn, ɔːlðˈoʊ ɪt sˈiːmd æz ɪf maɪ ʃˈɜːt wʌz mˌeɪd ʌv nˈiːdəl pˈɔɪnts ænd maɪ hˈɛɹ stˈʊd ˌɔn ˈɛnd. ðə kɹˈækɪŋz ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld flˈɔːɹ wɜː tə mˌiː lˈaɪk ðə ʃˈɑːts ɪn tʃˈɑːɹlztaʊn bˈeɪ.