text_original: A man must indeed be fleet of foot to have escaped these young ruffians, and so it proved. When I reached the hollow there were the two of them fighting with a man in the water, the ice jangling as they shifted their feet. "What's yere name?" said Fletcher, cuffing and kicking his prisoner until he cried out for mercy. "Maisonville," said the man, whereupon Fletcher gave a war whoop and kicked him again. "That's no way to use a prisoner," said I, hotly.
text_transcription: A MAN MUST INDEED BE FLEET OF FOOT TO HAVE ESCAPED THESE YOUNG RUFFIANS AND SO IT PROVED WHEN I REACHED THE HOLLOW THERE WERE THE TWO OF THEM FIGHTING WITH A MAN IN THE WATER THE ICE JANGLING AS THEY SHIFTED THEIR FEET WHAT'S YOUR NAME SAID FLETCHER CUFFING AND KICKING HIS PRISONER UNTIL HE CRIED OUT FOR MERCY MESAN BILL SAID THE MAN WHEREUPON FLETCHER GAVE A WAR WHOOP AND KICKED HIM AGAIN THAT'S NO WAY TO TREAT A PRISONER SAID I HOTLY
phonemes: ɐ mˈæn mˈʌst ˌɪndˈiːd biː flˈiːt ʌv fˈʊt tə hæv ɛskˈeɪpt ðiːz jˈʌŋ ɹˈʌfiənz, ænd sˌoʊ ɪt pɹˈuːvd. wˌɛn aɪ ɹˈiːtʃt ðə hˈɑːloʊ ðɛɹwˌɜː ðə tˈuː ʌv ðˌɛm fˈaɪɾɪŋ wɪð ɐ mˈæn ɪnðə wˈɔːɾɚ, ðɪ ˈaɪs dʒˈæŋɡəlɪŋ æz ðeɪ ʃˈɪftᵻd ðɛɹ fˈiːt. "wˌʌts jˈɜː nˈeɪm?" sˈɛd flˈɛtʃɚ, kˈʌfɪŋ ænd kˈɪkɪŋ hɪz pɹˈɪzənɚɹ ʌntˈɪl hiː kɹˈaɪd ˈaʊt fɔːɹ mˈɜːsi. "mˈeɪsənvˌɪl," sˈɛd ðə mˈæn, wˈɛɹəpˌɑːn flˈɛtʃɚ ɡˈeɪv ɐ wˈɔːɹ wˈuːp ænd kˈɪkt hˌɪm ɐɡˈɛn. "ðæts nˈoʊ wˈeɪ tə jˈuːz ɐ pɹˈɪzənɚ," sˈɛd ˈaɪ, hˈɑːtli.