text_original: Many cross buttocks did I sustain, and pegs on the stomach without number, till at last my breath being quite gone, as well as my vigour wasted, I grew desperate, and collecting all my strength in one effort, threw in at once, head, hands, and feet, with such violence, that I drove my antagonist three paces backward into the main hatchway, down which he fell, and pitching upon his head and right shoulder, remained without sense and motion.
text_transcription: MANY CROSS BUTTOCKS DID I SUSTAIN AND PEGS ON THE STOMACH WITHOUT NUMBER TILL AT LAST MY BREATH BEING QUITE GONE AS WELL AS MY VIGOUR WASTED I GREW DESPERATE AND COLLECTING ALL MY STRENGTH IN ONE EFFORT THREW IN AT ONCE HEAD HANDS AND FEET WITH SUCH VIOLENCE THAT I DROVE MY ANTAGONIST THREE PACES BACKWARD INTO THE MAIN HATCHWAY DOWN WHICH HE FELL AND PITCHING UPON HIS HEAD AND RIGHT SHOULDER REMAINED WITHOUT SENSE AND MOTION
phonemes: mˈɛni kɹˈɔs bˈʌɾəks dˈɪd aɪ səstˈeɪn, ænd pˈɛɡz ɔnðə stˈʌmək wɪðˌaʊt nˈʌmbɚ, tˈɪl æt lˈæst maɪ bɹˈɛθ bˌiːɪŋ kwˈaɪt ɡˈɔn, æz wˈɛl æz maɪ vˈɪɡɚ wˈeɪstᵻd, aɪ ɡɹˈuː dˈɛspɚɹət, ænd kəlˈɛktɪŋ ˈɔːl maɪ stɹˈɛŋθ ɪn wˈʌn ˈɛfɚt, θɹˈuː ɪn ɐtwˈʌns, hˈɛd, hˈændz, ænd fˈiːt, wɪð sˈʌtʃ vˈaɪələns, ðæt aɪ dɹˈoʊv maɪ æntˈæɡənˌɪst θɹˈiː pˈeɪsᵻz bˈækwɚd ˌɪntʊ ðə mˈeɪn hˈætʃweɪ, dˌaʊn wˌɪtʃ hiː fˈɛl, ænd pˈɪtʃɪŋ əpˌɑːn hɪz hˈɛd ænd ɹˈaɪt ʃˈoʊldɚ, ɹᵻmˈeɪnd wɪðˌaʊt sˈɛns ænd mˈoʊʃən.