text_original: Simon Kenton bore against them, and tried the little postern that was set there, but both were fast. The spikes towered a dozen feet overhead. "Quick!" muttered Clark, "a light man to go over and open the postern."
text_transcription: SIMON KENTON BORE AGAINST THEM AND TRIED THE LITTLE POSTERN THAT WAS SET THERE BUT BOTH WERE FAST THE SPIKES TOWERED A DOZEN FEET OVERHEAD QUICK MUTTERED CLARK A LIGHT MAN TO GO OVER AND OPEN THE POSTERN
phonemes: sˈaɪmən kˈɛntən bˈɔːɹ ɐɡˈɛnst ðˌɛm, ænd tɹˈaɪd ðə lˈɪɾəl pˈoʊstɚn ðæt wʌz sˈɛt ðˈɛɹ, bˌʌt bˈoʊθ wɜː fˈæst. ðə spˈaɪks tˈaʊɚd ɐ dˈʌzən fˈiːt ˌoʊvɚhˈɛd. "kwˈɪk!" mˈʌɾɚd klˈɑːɹk, "ɐ lˈaɪt mˈæn tə ɡˌoʊ ˌoʊvɚ ænd ˈoʊpən ðə pˈoʊstɚn."