text_original: And now the battle was on in earnest, fire darting here and there from the black wall, bullets whistling and flying wide, and at intervals cannon belching, their shot grinding through trees and houses. But our men waited until the gunners lit their matches in the cannon ports,  it was no trick for a backwoodsman. At length there came a popping right and left, and we knew that Bowman and McCarty's men had swung into position there.
text_transcription: AND NOW THE BATTLE WAS ON IN EARNEST FIRE DARTING HERE AND THERE FROM THE BLACK WALL BULLETS WHISTLING AND FLYING WIDE AND AT INTERVALS CANNON BELCHING THEIR SHOT GRINDING THROUGH TREES AND HOUSES BUT OUR MEN WAITED UNTIL THE GUNNERS LIT THEIR MATCHES IN THE CANNON PORTS IT WAS NO TRICK FOR BACKWOODSMEN AT LENGTH THERE CAME A POPPING RIGHT AND LEFT AND WE KNEW THAT BOWMAN AND THE CARDS MEN HAD SWUNG INTO POSITION THERE
phonemes: ænd nˈaʊ ðə bˈæɾəl wʌz ˌɔn ɪn ˈɜːnɪst, fˈaɪɚ dˈɑːɹɾɪŋ hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ fɹʌmðə blˈæk wˈɔːl, bˈʊlɪts wˈɪsəlɪŋ ænd flˈaɪɪŋ wˈaɪd, ænd æɾ ˈɪntɚvəlz kˈænən bˈɛltʃɪŋ, ðɛɹ ʃˈɑːt ɡɹˈaɪndɪŋ θɹuː tɹˈiːz ænd hˈaʊzᵻz. bˌʌt ˌaʊɚ mˈɛn wˈeɪɾᵻd ʌntˈɪl ðə ɡˈʌnɚz lˈɪt ðɛɹ mˈætʃᵻz ɪnðə kˈænən pˈɔːɹts,  ɪt wʌz nˈoʊ tɹˈɪk fɚɹə bˈækwʊdzmən. æt lˈɛŋθ ðɛɹ kˈeɪm ɐ pˈɑːpɪŋ ɹˈaɪt ænd lˈɛft, ænd wiː nˈuː ðæt bˈoʊmən ænd mə kˈɑːɹɾiz mˈɛn hæd swˈʌŋ ˌɪntʊ pəzˈɪʃən ðˈɛɹ.