text_original: On and on pressed the mob, gathering recruits at every corner, and when they reached St. Xavier's before the fort half the regiment was there. Others watched, too, from the stockade, and what they saw made their knees smite together with fear.
text_transcription: ON AND ON PRESSED THE MOB GATHERING RECRUITS AT EVERY CORNER AND WHEN THEY REACHED SAINT ZAVER'S BEFORE THE FORT HALF THE REGIMENT WAS THERE OTHERS WATCHED TOO FROM THE STOCKADE AND WHAT THEY SAW MADE THEIR KNEES SMITE TOGETHER WITH FEAR
phonemes: ˌɔn ænd ˌɔn pɹˈɛst ðə mˈɑːb, ɡˈæðɚɹɪŋ ɹᵻkɹˈuːts æɾ ˈɛvɹi kˈɔːɹnɚ, ænd wɛn ðeɪ ɹˈiːtʃt sənt. zˈeɪviɚz bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə fˈɔːɹt hˈæf ðə ɹˈɛdʒɪmənt wʌz ðˈɛɹ. ˈʌðɚz wˈɑːtʃt, tˈuː, fɹʌmðə stˈɑːkeɪd, ænd wʌt ðeɪ sˈɔː mˌeɪd ðɛɹ nˈiːz smˈaɪt təɡˌɛðɚ wɪð fˈɪɹ.