text_original: The poor fellow, with great simplicity, ran to the place where the sick man lay, but in less than a minute returned with a woful countenance, and told us his comrade had struck. Morgan, hearing this, exclaimed, "Mercy upon my salvation! why did you not stop him till I came?"
text_transcription: THE POOR FELLOW WITH GREAT SIMPLICITY RAN TO THE PLACE WHERE THE SICK MAN LAY BUT IN LESS THAN A MINUTE RETURNED WITH A WOEFUL COUNTENANCE AND TOLD US HIS COMRADE HAD STRUCK MORGAN HEARING THIS EXCLAIMED MERCY UPON MY SALVATION WHY DID YOU NOT STOP HIM TILL I CAME
phonemes: ðə pˈʊɹ fˈɛloʊ, wɪð ɡɹˈeɪt sɪmplˈɪsᵻɾi, ɹˈæn tə ðə plˈeɪs wˌɛɹ ðə sˈɪk mˈæn lˈeɪ, bˌʌt ɪn lˈɛs ðˌænə mˈɪnɪt ɹᵻtˈɜːnd wɪð ɐ wˈoʊfəl kˈaʊntənəns, ænd tˈoʊld ˌʌs hɪz kˈɑːmɹæd hæd stɹˈʌk. mˈɔːɹɡən, hˈɪɹɪŋ ðˈɪs, ɛksklˈeɪmd, "mˈɜːsi əpˌɑːn maɪ sælvˈeɪʃən! wˌaɪ dˈɪd juː nˌɑːt stˈɑːp hˌɪm tˈɪl aɪ kˈeɪm?"