text_original: All the halls and saloons were blazing in full blast. Once he heard low, hoarse cries and pistol shots  and then again quick, dull, booming guns. How strange they should make him shiver! But all seemed strange. From these sounds he turned away, not knowing what to do or where to go, since sleep or rest was impossible. Finally he went into a gambling den and found a welcome among players whose faces he knew.
text_transcription: ALL THE HALLS AND SALOONS WERE BLAZING IN FULL BLAST ONCE HE HEARD LOW HOARSE CRIES AND PISTOL SHOTS AND THEN AGAIN QUICK DULL BOOMING GUNS HOW STRANGE THEY SHOULD MAKE HIM SHIVER BUT ALL SEEMED STRANGE FROM THESE SOUNDS HE TURNED AWAY NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO OR WHERE TO GO SINCE SLEEP OR REST WAS IMPOSSIBLE FINALLY HE WENT INTO A GAMBLING DEN AND FOUND A WELCOME AMONG PLAYERS WHOSE FACES HE KNEW
phonemes: ˈɔːl ðə hˈɔːlz ænd sɐlˈuːnz wɜː blˈeɪzɪŋ ɪn fˈʊl blˈæst. wˈʌns hiː hˈɜːd lˈoʊ, hˈɔːɹs kɹˈaɪz ænd pˈɪstəl ʃˈɑːts ænd ðˈɛn ɐɡˈɛn kwˈɪk, dˈʌl, bˈuːmɪŋ ɡˈʌnz. hˌaʊ stɹˈeɪndʒ ðeɪ ʃˌʊd mˌeɪk hˌɪm ʃˈɪvɚ! bˌʌt ˈɔːl sˈiːmd stɹˈeɪndʒ. fɹʌm ðiːz sˈaʊndz hiː tˈɜːnd ɐwˈeɪ, nˌɑːt nˈoʊɪŋ wʌt tə dˈuː ɔːɹ wˌɛɹ tə ɡˈoʊ, sˈɪns slˈiːp ɔːɹ ɹˈɛst wʌz ɪmpˈɑːsᵻbəl. fˈaɪnəli hiː wɛnt ˌɪntʊ ɐ ɡˈæmblɪŋ dˈɛn ænd fˈaʊnd ɐ wˈɛlkʌm ɐmˌʌŋ plˈeɪɚz hˌuːz fˈeɪsᵻz hiː nˈuː.