text_original: Strap, seeing my discomposure, fell upon his knees in the mud, uttering, with a lamentable voice, these words: "For Christ's sake, have mercy upon us, Mr. Rifle! we know you very well."
text_transcription: STRAPP SEEING MY DISCOMPOSURE FELL UPON HIS KNEES IN THE MUD UTTERING WITH A LAMENTABLE VOICE THESE WORDS FOR CHRIST'S SAKE HAVE MERCY ON US WITH THE RIFLE WE KNOW YOU VERY WELL
phonemes: stɹˈæp, sˈiːɪŋ maɪ dɪskəmpˈoʊʒɚ, fˈɛl əpˌɑːn hɪz nˈiːz ɪnðə mˈʌd, ˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ, wɪð ɐ lɐmˈɛntəbəl vˈɔɪs, ðiːz wˈɜːdz: "fɔːɹ kɹˈaɪsts sˈeɪk, hæv mˈɜːsi əpˌɑːn ˌʌs, mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈaɪfəl! wiː nˈoʊ juː vˈɛɹi wˈɛl."