text_original: Lamothe's men, a seething mass, were fighting like wolves for the ladders, fearful yet that a volley might kill half of them where they stood. And so fast did they scramble upwards that the men before them stepped on their fingers.
text_transcription: LAMOS MEN A SEETHING MASS WERE FIGHTING LIKE WOLVES FOR THE LADDERS FEARFUL YET THAT A VOLLEY MIGHT KILL HALF OF THEM WHERE THEY STOOD AND SO FAST DID THEY SCRAMBLE UPWARDS THAT THE MEN BEFORE THEM STEPPED ON THEIR FINGERS
phonemes: lˈæmɑːðz mˈɛn, ɐ sˈiːðɪŋ mˈæs, wɜː fˈaɪɾɪŋ lˈaɪk wˈʊlvz fɚðə lˈædɚz, fˈɪɹfəl jˈɛt ðˌæɾə vˈɑːli mˌaɪt kˈɪl hˈæf ʌv ðˌɛm wˌɛɹ ðeɪ stˈʊd. ænd sˌoʊ fˈæst dˈɪd ðeɪ skɹˈæmbəl ˈʌpwɚdz ðætðə mˈɛn bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðˌɛm stˈɛpt ˌɔn ðɛɹ fˈɪŋɡɚz.