text_original: The day passed, yet the embers blazed not into the flame of open mutiny. But he who has seen service knows how ominous is the gathering of men here and there, the low humming talk, the silence when a dissenter passes.
text_transcription: THE DAY PASSED YET THE EMBERS BLAZED NOT INTO THE FLAME OF OPEN MUTINY BUT HE WHO HAS SEEN SERVICE KNOWS HOW OMINOUS IS THE GATHERING OF MEN HERE AND THERE THE LOW HUMMING TALK THE SILENCE WHEN THE DISSENTER PASSES
phonemes: ðə dˈeɪ pˈæst, jˈɛt ðɪ ˈɛmbɚz blˈeɪzd nˌɑːt ˌɪntʊ ðə flˈeɪm ʌv ˈoʊpən mjˈuːtɪni. bˌʌt hiː hˌuː hɐz sˈiːn sˈɜːvɪs nˈoʊz hˌaʊ ˈɑːmɪnəs ɪz ðə ɡˈæðɚɹɪŋ ʌv mˈɛn hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ, ðə lˈoʊ hˈʌmɪŋ tˈɔːk, ðə sˈaɪləns wɛn ɐ dɪsˈɛntɚ pˈæsᵻz.