text_original: Thuriot mounts with him to the battlements: heaps of paving stones, old iron and missiles lie piled; cannon all duly levelled; in every embrasure a cannon,—only drawn back a little!
text_transcription: THE ROY MOUNTS WITH HIM TO THE BATTLEMENTS HEAPS OF PAVING STONES OLD IRON AND MISSILES LIE PILED CANNON ALL DULY LEVEL IN EVERY EMBRASURE A CANNON ONLY DRAWN BACK A LITTLE
phonemes: θˈuːɹɪət mˈaʊnts wɪð hˌɪm tə ðə bˈæɾəlmənts: hˈiːps ʌv pˈeɪvɪŋ stˈoʊnz, ˈoʊld ˈaɪɚn ænd mˈɪsəlz lˈaɪ pˈaɪld; kˈænən ˈɔːl djˈuːli lˈɛvəld; ɪn ˈɛvɹi ɛmbɹˈæʒɚɹ ɐ kˈænən,—ˈoʊnli dɹˈɔːn bˈæk ɐ lˈɪɾəl!