text_original: where's my sword?" At these words my frighted comrade started up, and, at one spring, bounced against me with such force that I thought he was the supposed son of Anak, who intended to press me to death. In the meantime a female voice cried, "Bless me! what is the matter, my dear?"
text_transcription: WHERE'S MY SWORD AT THESE WORDS MY FRIGHTED COMRADES STARTED UP AND AT ONE SPRING BOUNCED AGAINST ME WITH SUCH FORCE THAT I THOUGHT HE WAS THE SUPPOSED SON OF A ENEK WHO INTENDED TO PRESS ME TO DEATH IN THE MEANTIME A FEMALE VOICE CRIED BLESS ME WHAT IS THE MATTER MY DEAR
phonemes: wˌɛɹz maɪ sˈɔːɹd?" æt ðiːz wˈɜːdz maɪ fɹˈaɪɾᵻd kˈɑːmɹæd stˈɑːɹɾᵻd ˈʌp, ænd, æt wˈʌn spɹˈɪŋ, bˈaʊnst ɐɡˈɛnst mˌiː wɪð sˈʌtʃ fˈɔːɹs ðæt aɪ θˈɔːt hiː wʌzðə səpˈoʊzd sˈʌn ʌv ˈænæk, hˌuː ɪntˈɛndᵻd tə pɹˈɛs mˌiː tə dˈɛθ. ɪnðə mˈiːntaɪm ɐ fˈiːmeɪl vˈɔɪs kɹˈaɪd, "blˈɛs mˌiː! wˌʌt ɪz ðə mˈæɾɚ, maɪ dˈɪɹ?"