text_original: "It's Hamilton's scalp hanging by a lock," I answered, pointing to what was left of the sun. "Soon it will be off, and then we'll have light again." To my surprise he snatched me from the thwart and held me up with a shout, and I saw Colonel Clark turn and look back.
text_transcription: IT'S HAMILTON'S SCALP HANGING BY A LOCK I ANSWERED POINTING TO WHAT WAS LEFT OF THE SUN SOON IT'LL BE OFF AND THEN WE'LL HAVE LIGHT AGAIN TO MY SURPRISE HE SNATCHED ME FROM THE THWART AND HELD ME UP WITH A SHOUT AND I SAW COLONEL CLARK TURN AND LOOK BACK
phonemes: "ɪts hˈæməltənz skˈælp hˈæŋɪŋ baɪ ɐ lˈɑːk," aɪ ˈænsɚd, pˈɔɪntɪŋ tə wʌt wʌz lˈɛft ʌvðə sˈʌn. "sˈuːn ɪt wɪl biː ˈɔf, ænd ðˈɛn wiːl hæv lˈaɪt ɐɡˈɛn." tə maɪ sɚpɹˈaɪz hiː snˈætʃt mˌiː fɹʌmðə θwˈɔːɹt ænd hˈɛld mˌiː ˌʌp wɪð ɐ ʃˈaʊt, ænd aɪ sˈɔː kˈɜːnəl klˈɑːɹk tˈɜːn ænd lˈʊk bˈæk.