text_original: My comrade's fate and my own situation riveted me to the place where I stood, deprived of all sense and reflection; so that I did not make the least attempt either to run away or deprecate the wrath of this barbarian, who snapped a second pistol at me; but, before he had time to prime again, perceiving a company of horsemen coming up, he rode off, and left me standing motionless as a statue, in which posture I was found by those whose appearance had saved my life.
text_transcription: MY COMRADE'S FATE IN MY OWN SITUATION RIVETED ME TO THE PLACE WHERE I STOOD DEPRIVED OF ALL SENSE AND REFLECTION SO THAT I DID NOT MAKE THE LEAST ATTEMPT EITHER TO RUN AWAY OR DEPRECATE THE WRATH OF THIS BARBARIAN WHO SNAPPED A SECOND PISTOL AT ME BUT BEFORE HE HAD TIME TO PRIME AGAIN PERCEIVING A COMPANY OF HORSEMEN COMING UP HE RODE OFF AND LEFT ME STANDING MOTIONLESS AS A STATUE IN WHICH POSTURE I WAS FOUND BY THOSE WHOSE APPEARANCE HAD SAVED MY LIFE
phonemes: maɪ kˈɑːmɹædz fˈeɪt ænd maɪ ˈoʊn sˌɪtʃuːˈeɪʃən ɹˈɪvɪɾᵻd mˌiː tə ðə plˈeɪs wˌɛɹ aɪ stˈʊd, dᵻpɹˈaɪvd ʌv ˈɔːl sˈɛns ænd ɹᵻflˈɛkʃən; sˌoʊ ðæt aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt mˌeɪk ðə lˈiːst ɐtˈɛmpt ˈiːðɚ tə ɹˈʌn ɐwˈeɪ ɔːɹ dˈɛpɹɪkˌeɪt ðə ɹˈæθ ʌv ðɪs bɑːɹbˈɛɹiən, hˌuː snˈæpt ɐ sˈɛkənd pˈɪstəl æt mˌiː; bˌʌt, bᵻfˌɔːɹ hiː hæd tˈaɪm tə pɹˈaɪm ɐɡˈɛn, pɚsˈiːvɪŋ ɐ kˈʌmpəni ʌv hˈɔːɹsmɛn kˈʌmɪŋ ˈʌp, hiː ɹˈoʊd ˈɔf, ænd lˈɛft mˌiː stˈændɪŋ mˈoʊʃənləs æz ɐ stˈætʃuː, ɪnwˌɪtʃ pˈɔstʃɚɹ aɪ wʌz fˈaʊnd baɪ ðoʊz hˌuːz ɐpˈɪɹəns hæd sˈeɪvd maɪ lˈaɪf.