text_original: Shouts were in my ears, and the noise of men running. I stood up, and there, not twenty paces away, was Colonel Clark himself rushing toward me. He halted with a cry, raised his rifle, and dropped it at the sight of my queer little figure covered with ashes. "My God!" he cried, "it's Davy."
text_transcription: SHOUTS WERE IN MY EARS AND THE NOISE OF MEN RUNNING I STOOD UP AND THERE NOT TWENTY PACES AWAY WAS COLONEL CLARK HIMSELF RUSHING TOWARD ME HE HALTED WITH A CRY RAISED HIS RIFLE AND DROPPED IT AT THE SIGHT OF MY QUEER LITTLE FIGURE COVERED WITH ASHES MY GOD HE CRIED IT'S DAVY
phonemes: ʃˈaʊts wɜːɹ ɪn maɪ ˈɪɹz, ænd ðə nˈɔɪz ʌv mˈɛn ɹˈʌnɪŋ. aɪ stˈʊd ˈʌp, ænd ðˈɛɹ, nˌɑːt twˈɛnti pˈeɪsᵻz ɐwˈeɪ, wʌz kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk hɪmsˈɛlf ɹˈʌʃɪŋ təwˈɔːɹd mˌiː. hiː hˈɔltᵻd wɪð ɐ kɹˈaɪ, ɹˈeɪzd hɪz ɹˈaɪfəl, ænd dɹˈɑːpt ɪɾ æt ðə sˈaɪt ʌv maɪ kwˈɪɹ lˈɪɾəl fˈɪɡjɚ kˈʌvɚd wɪð ˈæʃᵻz. "maɪ ɡˈɑːd!" hiː kɹˈaɪd, "ɪts dˈeɪvi."