text_original: Over her shoulder I glanced back. A spare three hundred yards away in a ragged line a hundred red devils were bounding after us with feathers flying and mouths open as they yelled.
text_transcription: OVER HER SHOULDER I GLANCED BACK A SPARE THREE HUNDRED YARDS AWAY IN A RAGGED LINE A HUNDRED RED DEVILS WERE BOUNDING AFTER US WITH FEATHERS FLYING AND MOUTHS OPEN AS THEY YELLED
phonemes: ˌoʊvɚ hɜː ʃˈoʊldɚɹ aɪ ɡlˈænst bˈæk. ɐ spˈɛɹ θɹˈiː hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɑːɹdz ɐwˈeɪ ɪn ɐ ɹˈæɡᵻd lˈaɪn ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd ɹˈɛd dˈɛvəlz wɜː bˈaʊndɪŋ ˈæftɚɹ ˌʌs wɪð fˈɛðɚz flˈaɪɪŋ ænd mˈaʊðz ˈoʊpən æz ðeɪ jˈɛld.