text_original: Around me men dropped plough handles and women baskets, and as we ran our legs grew numb and our bodies cold at a sound which had haunted us in dreams by night  the war whoop. The deep and guttural song of it rose and fell with a horrid fierceness.
text_transcription: AROUND ME MEN DROPPED PLOUGH HANDLES AND WOMEN BASKETS AND AS WE RAN OUR LEGS GREW NUMB AND OUR BODIES COLD AT THE SOUND WHICH HAD HAUNTED US IN DREAMS BY NIGHT THE WAR WHOOP THE DEEP AND GUTTURAL SOUND OF IT ROSE AND FELL WITH A HORRID FIERCENESS
phonemes: ɚɹˈaʊnd mˌiː mˈɛn dɹˈɑːpt plˈaʊ hˈændəlz ænd wˈɪmɪn bˈæskɪts, ænd æz wiː ɹˈæn ˌaʊɚ lˈɛɡz ɡɹˈuː nˈʌm ænd ˌaʊɚ bˈɑːdiz kˈoʊld æɾə sˈaʊnd wˌɪtʃ hæd hˈɔːntᵻd ˌʌs ɪn dɹˈiːmz baɪ nˈaɪt ðə wˈɔːɹ wˈuːp. ðə dˈiːp ænd ɡˈʌɾɚɹəl sˈɔŋ ʌv ɪt ɹˈoʊz ænd fˈɛl wɪð ɐ hˈɔːɹɪd fˈɪɹsnəs.