text_original: Stooping down, he searched under the bed, pulled out his rifle, powdered the pan, and flying to the other port, fired. At that Cowan left his post and snatched the rifle from Poulsson's hands. "Ye're but wasting powder," he cried angrily.
text_transcription: STOOPING DOWN HE SEARCHED UNDER THE BED PULLED OUT HIS RIFLE POWDERED THE PAN AND FLYING TO THE OTHER PORT FIRED AT THAT CALAN LEFT HIS POST AND SNATCHED THE RIFLE FROM POLESON'S HANDS YOU'RE BUT WASTING POWDER HE CRIED ANGRILY
phonemes: stˈuːpɪŋ dˈaʊn, hiː sˈɜːtʃt ˌʌndɚ ðə bˈɛd, pˈʊld ˈaʊt hɪz ɹˈaɪfəl, pˈaʊdɚd ðə pˈæn, ænd flˈaɪɪŋ tə ðɪ ˈʌðɚ pˈɔːɹt, fˈaɪɚd. æt ðæt kˈaʊən lˈɛft hɪz pˈoʊst ænd snˈætʃt ðə ɹˈaɪfəl fɹʌm pˈaʊlsənz hˈændz. "jˌiːɚ bˌʌt wˈeɪstɪŋ pˈaʊdɚ," hiː kɹˈaɪd ˈæŋɡɹili.