text_original: Fletcher Blount, frenzied, snatched his tomahawk from his side. "Sink, varmint!" he cried with a great oath. "By the etarnal! we'll pay the H'ar Buyer in his own coin. Sound your drums!" he shouted at the fort. "Call the garrison fer the show."
text_transcription: FLETCHER BLOUNT FRENZIED SNATCHED HIS TOMAHAWK FROM HIS SIDE SINK VARMITT HE CRIED WITH A GREAT OATH BY THE ETERNAL WILL PAY THE HARD BUYER ON HIS OWN COIN SOUND YOUR DRUMS HE SHOUTED AT THE FORT CALL A GARRISON FOR THE SHOW
phonemes: flˈɛtʃɚ blˈaʊnt, fɹˈɛnzid, snˈætʃt hɪz tˈɑːmɐhˌɔːk fɹʌm hɪz sˈaɪd. "sˈɪŋk, vˈɑːɹmɪnt!" hiː kɹˈaɪd wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt ˈoʊθ. "baɪ ðɪ ˈɛtɑːɹnəl! wiːl pˈeɪ ðɪ ˈeɪtʃˈɑːɹ bˈaɪɚɹ ɪn hɪz ˈoʊn kˈɔɪn. sˈaʊnd jʊɹ dɹˈʌmz!" hiː ʃˈaʊɾᵻd æt ðə fˈɔːɹt. "kˈɔːl ðə ɡˈæɹɪsən fˈɜː ðə ʃˈoʊ."