text_original: Such was the deadliness of their aim that scarce a shot came back, and time and again I saw men fling themselves in front of the breastworks with a war whoop, wave their rifles in the air, and cry out that they would have the Ha'r Buyer's sculp before night should fall. It could not last.
text_transcription: SUCH WAS THE DEADLINESS OF THEIR AIM THAT SCARCE A SHOT CAME BACK AND A TIME AND AGAIN I SAW THE MEN FLING THEMSELVES IN FRONT OF THE BREASTWORKS WITH A WAR WHOOP WAVE THEIR RIFLES IN THE AIR AND CRY OUT THAT THEY WOULD HAVE THE HAIR BYRES SKULK BEFORE NIGHT SHOULD FALL IT COULD NOT LAST
phonemes: sˈʌtʃ wʌzðə dˈɛdlinəs ʌv ðɛɹ ˈeɪm ðæt skˈɛɹs ɐ ʃˈɑːt kˈeɪm bˈæk, ænd tˈaɪm ænd ɐɡˈɛn aɪ sˈɔː mˈɛn flˈɪŋ ðɛmsˈɛlvz ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌvðə bɹˈɛstwɜːks wɪð ɐ wˈɔːɹ wˈuːp, wˈeɪv ðɛɹ ɹˈaɪfəlz ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ, ænd kɹˈaɪ ˈaʊt ðæt ðeɪ wʊdhɐv ðə hˈæɚ bˈaɪɚz skˈʌlp bᵻfˌɔːɹ nˈaɪt ʃˌʊd fˈɔːl. ɪt kʊd nˌɑːt lˈæst.