text_original: Then, though we strained our ears, we heard them no more. Was the fort taken? The sun slid across the heavens and shot narrow blades of light, now through one loophole and now through another, until a ray slanted from the western wall and rested upon the red and black paint of two dead bodies in the corner. I stared with horror. "I was afeard to open the door and throw 'em out," said Polly Ann, apologetically.
text_transcription: THEN THOUGH WE STRAINED OUR EARS WE HEARD THEM NO MORE WAS THE FORT TAKEN THE SUN SLID ACROSS THE HEAVENS AND SHOT NARROW BLADES OF LIGHT NOW THROUGH ONE LOOPHOLE AND NOW THROUGH ANOTHER UNTIL A RAY SLANTED FROM THE WESTERN WALL AND RESTED UPON THE RED AND BLACK PAINT OF TWO DEAD BODIES IN THE CORNER I STARED WITH HORROR I WAS AFEARED TO OPEN THE DOOR AND THROW HIM OUT SAID POLLYANN APOLOGETICALLY
phonemes: ðˈɛn, ðˌoʊ wiː stɹˈeɪnd ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɪɹz, wiː hˈɜːd ðˌɛm nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ. wʌzðə fˈɔːɹt tˈeɪkən? ðə sˈʌn slˈɪd əkɹˌɑːs ðə hˈɛvənz ænd ʃˈɑːt nˈæɹoʊ blˈeɪdz ʌv lˈaɪt, nˈaʊ θɹuː wˈʌn lˈuːphoʊl ænd nˈaʊ θɹuː ɐnˈʌðɚ, ʌntˈɪl ɐ ɹˈeɪ slˈæntᵻd fɹʌmðə wˈɛstɚn wˈɔːl ænd ɹˈɛstᵻd əpˌɑːn ðə ɹˈɛd ænd blˈæk pˈeɪnt ʌv tˈuː dˈɛd bˈɑːdiz ɪnðə kˈɔːɹnɚ. aɪ stˈɛɹd wɪð hˈɔɹɚ. "aɪ wʌz ɐfˈɪɹd tʊ ˈoʊpən ðə dˈɔːɹ ænd θɹˈoʊ ˈɛm ˈaʊt," sˈɛd pˈɑːli ˈæn, ɐpˌɑːlədʒˈɛɾɪkli.