text_original: And I could see the mortar shells go up and up, leaving a scorched trail behind, curve in a great circle, and fall upon the little garrison. Mister Moultrie became a real person to me then, a vivid picture in my boyish mind  a hero beyond all other heroes.
text_transcription: AND I COULD SEE THE MORTAR SHELLS GO UP AND UP LEAVING A SCORCHED TRAIL BEHIND CURVE IN A GREAT CIRCLE AND FALL UPON THE LITTLE GARRISON MISTER MOULTRIE BECAME A REAL PERSON TO ME THEN A VIVID PICTURE IN MY BOYISH MIND A HERO BEYOND ALL OTHER HEROES
phonemes: ænd aɪ kʊd sˈiː ðə mˈɔːɹɾɚ ʃˈɛlz ɡˌoʊ ˌʌp ænd ˈʌp, lˈiːvɪŋ ɐ skˈɔːɹtʃt tɹˈeɪl bᵻhˈaɪnd, kˈɜːv ɪn ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt sˈɜːkəl, ænd fˈɔːl əpˌɑːn ðə lˈɪɾəl ɡˈæɹɪsən. mˈɪstɚ mˈoʊltɹi bɪkˌeɪm ɐ ɹˈiːəl pˈɜːsən tə mˌiː ðˈɛn, ɐ vˈɪvɪd pˈɪktʃɚɹ ɪn maɪ bˈɔɪɪʃ mˈaɪnd ɐ hˈiəɹoʊ bᵻjˌɔnd ˈɔːl ˈʌðɚ hˈiəɹoʊz.