text_original: But the pent up rage of months gave the white man strength. Polly Ann and I were powerless for fear of shooting Weldon, and gazed absorbed at the fiendish scene with eyes not to be withdrawn. The tree trunk shook.
text_transcription: BUT THE PENT UP RAGE OF MONTHS GAVE THE WHITE MAN STRENGTH I ANNE AND I WERE POWERLESS FOR FEAR OF SHOOTING WELDON AND GAZED ABSORBED AT THE FIENDISH SCENE WITH OUR EYES NOT TO BE WITHDRAWN THE TREE TRUNK SHOOK
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə pˈɛnt ˌʌp ɹˈeɪdʒ ʌv mˈʌnθs ɡˈeɪv ðə wˈaɪt mˈæn stɹˈɛŋθ. pˈɑːli ˈæn ænd aɪ wɜː pˈaʊɚləs fɔːɹ fˈɪɹ ʌv ʃˈuːɾɪŋ wˈɛldən, ænd ɡˈeɪzd ɐbsˈɔːɹbd æt ðə fˈiːndɪʃ sˈiːn wɪð ˈaɪz nˌɑːt təbi wɪθdɹˈɔːn. ðə tɹˈiː tɹˈʌŋk ʃˈʊk.