text_original: Not a one but gave me a "God bless you, Davy," ere he seized it with a great hand and began to eat in wolfish bites, his Deckard always on the watch the while. There was no sleep in the village. All night long, while the rifles sputtered, the villagers in their capotes  men, women, and children  huddled around the fires.
text_transcription: NOT A ONE BUT GAVE ME A GOD BLESS YOU DAVY ERE HE SEIZED IT WITH A GREAT HAND AND BEGAN TO EAT IN WOLFISH BITES THIS DECKERED ALWAYS ON THE WATCH THE WHILE THERE WAS NO SLEEP IN THE VILLAGE ALL NIGHT LONG WHILE THE RIFLES SPUTTERED THE VILLAGERS IN THEIR COPPOTES MEN WOMEN AND CHILDREN HUDDLED AROUND THE FIRES
phonemes: nˌɑːɾə wˈʌn bˌʌt ɡˈeɪv mˌiː ˈeɪ "ɡˈɑːd blˈɛs juː, dˈeɪvi," ˈɛɹ hiː sˈiːzd ɪt wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt hˈænd ænd bɪɡˈæn tʊ ˈiːt ɪn wˈʊlfɪʃ bˈaɪts, hɪz dˈɛkɚd ˈɔːlweɪz ɔnðə wˈɑːtʃ ðə wˈaɪl. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ slˈiːp ɪnðə vˈɪlɪdʒ. ˈɔːl nˈaɪt lˈɔŋ, wˌaɪl ðə ɹˈaɪfəlz spˈʌɾɚd, ðə vˈɪlɪdʒɚz ɪn ðɛɹ kˈæpoʊts mˈɛn, wˈɪmɪn, ænd tʃˈɪldɹən hˈʌdəld ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə fˈaɪɚz.