text_original: I swung a full circle  and to my horror I felt the axe plunging into soft flesh and crunching on a bone. I had missed the head! A yell shattered the night as the puncheon fell with a rattle on the boards, and my tomahawk was gone from my hand.
text_transcription: I SWUNG A FULL CIRCLE AND TO MY HORROR I FELT THE AXE PLUNGING INTO SOFT FLESH AND CRUTCHING ON A BONE I HAD MISSED THE HEAD A YELL SHATTERED THE NIGHT AS THE PUNCHEON FELL WITH A RATTLE ON THE BOARDS AND MY TOMAHAWK WAS GONE FROM MY HAND
phonemes: aɪ swˈʌŋ ɐ fˈʊl sˈɜːkəl ænd tə maɪ hˈɔɹɚɹ aɪ fˈɛlt ðɪ ˈæks plˈʌndʒɪŋ ˌɪntʊ sˈɔft flˈɛʃ ænd kɹˈʌntʃɪŋ ˌɔn ɐ bˈoʊn. aɪ hæd mˈɪst ðə hˈɛd! ɐ jˈɛl ʃˈæɾɚd ðə nˈaɪt æz ðə pˈʌntʃən fˈɛl wɪð ɐ ɹˈæɾəl ɔnðə bˈɔːɹdz, ænd maɪ tˈɑːmɐhˌɔːk wʌz ɡɔn fɹʌm maɪ hˈænd.