text_original: Behind all a tragedy impended, nor can I think of it now without sickening. The frightened Creoles in the street gave back against the fence, and from behind them, issuing as a storm cloud, came the half of Williams' company, yelling like madmen.
text_transcription: BEHIND ALL A TRAGEDY IMPENDING NOR CAN I THINK OF IT NOW WITHOUT SICKENING THE FRIGHTENED CREOLES IN THE STREET GAVE BACK AGAINST THE FENCE AND FROM BEHIND THEM ISSUING AS A STORM CLOUD CAME THE HALF OF WILLIAM'S COMPANY YELLING LIKE MADMEN
phonemes: bᵻhˌaɪnd ˈɔːl ɐ tɹˈædʒədi ɪmpˈɛndᵻd, nˈɔːɹ kæn aɪ θˈɪŋk ʌv ɪt nˈaʊ wɪðˌaʊt sˈɪkənɪŋ. ðə fɹˈaɪʔn̩d kɹɪˈoʊlz ɪnðə stɹˈiːt ɡˈeɪv bˈæk ɐɡˈɛnst ðə fˈɛns, ænd fɹʌm bᵻhˈaɪnd ðˌɛm, ˈɪʃuːɪŋ æz ɐ stˈɔːɹm klˈaʊd, kˈeɪm ðə hˈæf ʌv wˈɪljəmz kˈʌmpəni, jˈɛlɪŋ lˈaɪk mˈædmɛn.