text_original: ordered the general, breathlessly. "Wal, b'gorra, there wuz more crackin' of bones, an' sich screams as I niver heerd from a mon. Tumble, blood curdlin'!... Neale held both Durade's hands an' wuz squeezin' thot knife handle so the greaser couldn't let go.
text_transcription: ORDERED THE GENERAL BREATHLESSLY WELL BY GORE THERE WAS MORE CRACKING OF BONES AND SUCH SCREAMS AS I NEVER HEERD FROM A MAN TERRIBLE BLOOD CURTLING NEIL HELD BOTH DURRAGE'S HANDS AND WAS SQUEEZING THAT KNIFE AND DOSE OF THE GREASUR COULDN'T LET GO
phonemes: ˈɔːɹdɚd ðə dʒˈɛnɚɹəl, bɹˈɛθləsli. "wˈæl, bˈiːɡˈɔɹə, ðɛɹ wˈʌz mˈɔːɹ kɹˈækɪn ʌv bˈoʊnz, æn sˈɪtʃ skɹˈiːmz æz aɪ nˈaɪvɚ hˈɪɹd fɹʌm ɐ mˈɑːn. tˈʌmbəl, blˈʌd kˈɜːdlɪn!... nˈiːl hˈɛld bˈoʊθ dˈʊɹɹeɪdz hˈændz æn wˈʌz skwˈiːzɪn θˈɑːt nˈaɪf hˈændəl sˌoʊ ðə ɡɹˈiːsɚ kˌʊdənt lˈɛt ɡˈoʊ.