text_original: There was something awe impelling in the tall, slim, boyish figure that towered above the crowd, in the finely wrought, passionate face, in the voice charged with such an anger as is given to few men. "What has North Carolina done for Franklin?" he cried. "Protected her? No.
text_transcription: THERE WAS SOMETHING AWE IMPELLING IN THE TALL SLIM BOYISH FIGURE THAT TOWERED ABOVE THE CROWD IN THE FINELY WROUGHT PASSIONATE FACE IN THE VOICE CHARGED WITH SUCH AN ANGER AS IS GIVEN TO FEW MEN WHAT HAS NORTH CAROLINA DONE FOR FRANKLIN HE CRIED PROTECTED HER NO
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz sˈʌmθɪŋ ˈɔː ɪmpˈɛlɪŋ ɪnðə tˈɔːl, slˈɪm, bˈɔɪɪʃ fˈɪɡjɚ ðæt tˈaʊɚd əbˌʌv ðə kɹˈaʊd, ɪnðə fˈaɪnli ɹˈɔːt, pˈæʃənət fˈeɪs, ɪnðə vˈɔɪs tʃˈɑːɹdʒd wɪð sˈʌtʃ ɐn ˈæŋɡɚ ˌæzˌɪz ɡˈɪvən tə fjˈuː mˈɛn. "wˌʌt hɐz nˈɔːɹθ kˌæɹəlˈaɪnə dˈʌn fɔːɹ fɹˈæŋklɪn?" hiː kɹˈaɪd. "pɹətˈɛktᵻd hɜː? nˈoʊ.