text_original: Tipton snatched from his belt the pistol which he might have used on me, and there flashed through my head the thought that some powder might yet be held in its pan. We cried out, all of us, his men, the widow, and myself,  all save Sevier, who stood quietly, smiling.
text_transcription: TIPTON SNATCHED FROM HIS BELT THE PISTOL HE MIGHT HAVE USED ON ME AND THERE FLASHED THROUGH MY HEAD THE THOUGHT THAT SOME POWDER MIGHT YET BE HELD IN ITS PAN WE CRIED OUT ALL OF US HIS MAN THE WIDOW AND MYSELF ALL SAVE SEVIOR WHO STOOD QUIETLY SMILING
phonemes: tˈɪptən snˈætʃt fɹʌm hɪz bˈɛlt ðə pˈɪstəl wˌɪtʃ hiː mˌaɪthɐv jˈuːzd ˈɔn mˌiː, ænd ðɛɹ flˈæʃt θɹuː maɪ hˈɛd ðə θˈɔːt ðæt sˌʌm pˈaʊdɚ mˌaɪt jˈɛt biː hˈɛld ɪn ɪts pˈæn. wiː kɹˈaɪd ˈaʊt, ˈɔːl ʌv ˌʌs, hɪz mˈɛn, ðə wˈɪdoʊ, ænd maɪsˈɛlf,  ˈɔːl sˈeɪv sˈɛviɚ, hˌuː stˈʊd kwˈaɪətli, smˈaɪlɪŋ.