text_original: The war whoop, the scalp halloo in the dead of the morning, with the hideous winding notes of them that reached the bluff beyond and echoed back, were enough to frighten a man from his senses.
text_transcription: THE WAR WHOOP THE SCALP HALLOO IN THE DEAD OF THE MORNING WITH THE HIDEOUS WINDING NOTES OF THEM THAT REACHED THE BLUFF BEYOND AND ECHOED BACK WERE ENOUGH TO FRIGHTEN THE MAN FROM HIS SENSES
phonemes: ðə wˈɔːɹ wˈuːp, ðə skˈælp hˈæluː ɪnðə dˈɛd ʌvðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, wɪððə hˈɪdiəs wˈaɪndɪŋ nˈoʊts ʌv ðˌɛm ðæt ɹˈiːtʃt ðə blˈʌf bᵻjˌɔnd ænd ˈɛkoʊd bˈæk, wɜːɹ ɪnˈʌf tə fɹˈaɪʔn̩ ɐ mˈæn fɹʌm hɪz sˈɛnsᵻz.