text_original: Whipping out his field glasses, he took a stand on a little mound under the trees and followed the fast galloping messenger across the plain; saw him enter the town; saw the stir in the streets, knots of men riding out and gazing, hands on foreheads, towards the place where we were. But, as the minutes rolled into hours, there was no further alarm. No gun, no beat to quarters or bugle call from Fort Sackville.
text_transcription: WHIPPING OUT HIS FIELD GLASSES HE TOOK A STAND ON A LITTLE MOUND UNDER THE TREES AND FOLLOWED THE FAST GALLOPING MESSENGER ACROSS THE PLAIN SAW HIM ENTER THE TOWN SAW THE STIR IN THE STREETS KNOTS OF MEN RIDING OUT AND GAZING HANDS ON FOREHEADS TOWARDS THE PLACE WHERE WE WERE BUT AS THE MINUTES ROLLED INTO HOURS THERE WAS NO FURTHER ALARM NO GUN NO BEAT TO QUARTERS OR BUGLE CALL FROM FORT SACKVILLE
phonemes: wˈɪpɪŋ ˈaʊt hɪz fˈiːld ɡlˈæsᵻz, hiː tˈʊk ɐ stˈænd ˌɔn ɐ lˈɪɾəl mˈaʊnd ˌʌndɚ ðə tɹˈiːz ænd fˈɑːloʊd ðə fˈæst ɡˈæləpˌɪŋ mˈɛsɪndʒɚɹ əkɹˌɑːs ðə plˈeɪn; sˈɔː hˌɪm ˈɛntɚ ðə tˈaʊn; sˈɔː ðə stˈɜːɹ ɪnðə stɹˈiːts, nˈɑːts ʌv mˈɛn ɹˈaɪdɪŋ ˈaʊt ænd ɡˈeɪzɪŋ, hˈændz ˌɔn fˈɔːɹhɛdz, təwˈɔːɹdz ðə plˈeɪs wˈɛɹ wiː wɜː. bˌʌt, æz ðə mˈɪnɪts ɹˈoʊld ˌɪntʊ ˈaʊɚz, ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ fˈɜːðɚɹ ɐlˈɑːɹm. nˈoʊ ɡˈʌn, nˈoʊ bˈiːt tə kwˈɔːɹɾɚz ɔːɹ bjˈuːɡəl kˈɔːl fɹʌm fˈɔːɹt sˈækvɪl.