text_original: Harry and Abdool paced round and round on the platform of the wall but, although a few fires burned among the fields, no glimmer of light could be seen where the town had stood. "I wish I knew what they were up to, Abdool," Harry said, about midnight. "I don't like this silence." "Perhaps they have gone away, sahib."
text_transcription: HARRY AND ABDUAL PACED ROUND AND AROUND ON THE PLATFORM OF THE WALL BUT ALTHOUGH A FEW FIRES BURNED AMONG THE FIELDS NO GLIMMER OF LIGHT COULD BE SEEN WHERE THE TOWN HAD STOOD I WISH I KNEW WHAT THEY WERE UP TO ABDUAL HARRY SAID ABOUT MIDNIGHT I DON'T LIKE THIS SILENCE PERHAPS THEY HAVE GONE AWAY SAHIB
phonemes: hˈæɹi ænd ˈæbduːl pˈeɪst ɹˈaʊnd ænd ɹˈaʊnd ɔnðə plˈætfɔːɹm ʌvðə wˈɔːl bˌʌt, ɔːlðˈoʊ ɐ fjˈuː fˈaɪɚz bˈɜːnd ɐmˌʌŋ ðə fˈiːldz, nˈoʊ ɡlˈɪmɚɹ ʌv lˈaɪt kʊd biː sˈiːn wˌɛɹ ðə tˈaʊn hæd stˈʊd. "aɪ wˈɪʃ aɪ nˈuː wʌt ðeɪ wɜːɹ ˈʌp tuː, ˈæbduːl," hˈæɹi sˈɛd, ɐbˌaʊt mˈɪdnaɪt. "aɪ dˈoʊnt lˈaɪk ðɪs sˈaɪləns." "pɚhˈæps ðeɪ hæv ɡɔn ɐwˈeɪ, sˈæhɪb."