text_original: In the morning Clark himself would be the first off through the gray rain, laughing and shouting and waving his sword in the air, and I after him as hard as I could pelt through the mud, beating the charge on my drum until the war cries of the regiment drowned the sound of it.
text_transcription: IN THE MORNING CLARK HIMSELF WOULD BE THE FIRST OFF THROUGH THE GRAY RAIN LAUGHING AND SHOUTING AND WAVING HIS SWORD IN THE AIR AND I AFTER HIM AS HARD AS I COULD PELT THROUGH THE MUD BEATING THE CHARGE ON MY DRUM UNTIL THE WAR CRIES OF THE REGIMENT DROWN THE SOUND OF IT
phonemes: ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ klˈɑːɹk hɪmsˈɛlf wʊd biː ðə fˈɜːst ˈɔf θɹuː ðə ɡɹˈeɪ ɹˈeɪn, lˈæfɪŋ ænd ʃˈaʊɾɪŋ ænd wˈeɪvɪŋ hɪz sˈɔːɹd ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ, ænd aɪ ˈæftɚ hˌɪm æz hˈɑːɹd æz aɪ kʊd pˈɛlt θɹuː ðə mˈʌd, bˈiːɾɪŋ ðə tʃˈɑːɹdʒ ˌɔn maɪ dɹˈʌm ʌntˈɪl ðə wˈɔːɹ kɹˈaɪz ʌvðə ɹˈɛdʒɪmənt dɹˈaʊnd ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv ɪt.