text_original: In their present mood, nothing could please them more than the thought of an attack upon their assailants. All remained quiet, on both sides, until darkness fell; then the crash of falling huts showed that the enemy intended to use fire, and were about to begin the work of making faggots.
text_transcription: IN THEIR PRESENT MOOD NOTHING COULD PLEASE THEM MORE THAN THE THOUGHT OF AN ATTACK UPON THEIR ASSAILANTS ALL REMAINED QUIET ON BOTH SIDES UNTIL DARKNESS FELL THEN THE CRASH OF FALLING HUTS SHOWED THAT THE ENEMY INTENDED TO USE FIRE AND WERE ABOUT TO BEGIN THE WORK OF MAKING FAGOTS
phonemes: ɪn ðɛɹ pɹˈɛzənt mˈuːd, nˈʌθɪŋ kʊd plˈiːz ðˌɛm mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ðə θˈɔːt əvən ɐtˈæk əpˌɑːn ðɛɹ ɐsˈeɪlənts. ˈɔːl ɹᵻmˈeɪnd kwˈaɪət, ˌɔn bˈoʊθ sˈaɪdz, ʌntˈɪl dˈɑːɹknəs fˈɛl; ðˈɛn ðə kɹˈæʃ ʌv fˈɔːlɪŋ hˈʌts ʃˈoʊd ðætðɪ ˈɛnəmi ɪntˈɛndᵻd tə jˈuːz fˈaɪɚ, ænd wɜːɹ ɐbˌaʊt tə bɪɡˈɪn ðə wˈɜːk ʌv mˌeɪkɪŋ fˈæɡəts.