text_original: So said the interpreters, as the chiefs one after another tore the miniature British flags which had been given them into bits. On the evening of the third day the White Chief rose in his chair, gazing haughtily about him. There was a deep silence.
text_transcription: SO SAID THE INTERPRETERS AS THE CHIEFS ONE AFTER ANOTHER TORE THE MINIATURE OF BRITISH FLAGS WHICH HAD BEEN GIVEN THEM INTO BITS ON THE EVENING OF THE THIRD DAY THE WHITE CHIEF ROSE IN HIS CHAIR GAZING HAUGHTILY ABOUT HIM THERE WAS A DEEP SILENCE
phonemes: sˌoʊ sˈɛd ðɪ ɪntˈɜːpɹɪɾɚz, æz ðə tʃˈiːfs wˈʌn ˈæftɚɹ ɐnˈʌðɚ tˈɔːɹ ðə mˈɪnɪtʃɚ bɹˈɪɾɪʃ flˈæɡz wˌɪtʃ hɐdbɪn ɡˈɪvən ðˌɛm ˌɪntʊ bˈɪts. ɔnðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ ʌvðə θˈɜːd dˈeɪ ðə wˈaɪt tʃˈiːf ɹˈoʊz ɪn hɪz tʃˈɛɹ, ɡˈeɪzɪŋ hˈɔːɾili ɐbˈaʊt hˌɪm. ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ dˈiːp sˈaɪləns.