text_original: What was passing in the savage mind no man might know. Not a lip trembled nor an eye faltered when a backwoodsman, his memory aflame at sight of the pitiful white scalps on their belts, thrust through the crowd to curse them.
text_transcription: WHAT WAS PASSING IN THE SAVAGE MIND NO MAN MIGHT KNOW NOT A LIP TREMBLED NOR AN EYE FALTERED WHEN A BACKWOODSMAN HIS MEMORY AFLAME AT SIGHT OF THE PITIFUL WHITE SCALPS ON THEIR BELTS THRUST THROUGH THE CROWD TO CURSE THEM
phonemes: wˌʌt wʌz pˈæsɪŋ ɪnðə sˈævɪdʒ mˈaɪnd nˈoʊ mˈæn mˌaɪt nˈoʊ. nˌɑːɾə lˈɪp tɹˈɛmbəld nˈɔːɹ ɐn ˈaɪ fˈɔltɚd wɛn ɐ bˈækwʊdzmən, hɪz mˈɛmɚɹi ɐflˈeɪm æt sˈaɪt ʌvðə pˈɪɾifəl wˈaɪt skˈælps ˌɔn ðɛɹ bˈɛlts, θɹˈʌst θɹuː ðə kɹˈaʊd tə kˈɜːs ðˌɛm.