text_original: A sharp, piercing cry rose in the air  my soul identified that death shriek with the voice that I had heard, and I saw the man who was standing with the lanyard of the lock in his hand drop heavily across the breech, and discharge the gun in his fall.
text_transcription: A SHARP PIERCING CRY ROSE IN THE AIR MY SOUL IDENTIFIED THAT DEATH SHRIEK WITH THE VOICE THAT I HAD HEARD AND I SAW THE MAN WHO WAS STANDING WITH THE LANYARD OF THE LOCK IN HIS HAND DROP HEAVILY ACROSS THE BREACH AND DISCHARGED THE GUN IN HIS FALL
phonemes: ɐ ʃˈɑːɹp, pˈɪɹsɪŋ kɹˈaɪ ɹˈoʊz ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ maɪ sˈoʊl aɪdˈɛntᵻfˌaɪd ðæt dˈɛθ ʃɹˈiːk wɪððə vˈɔɪs ðæt aɪ hæd hˈɜːd, ænd aɪ sˈɔː ðə mˈæn hˌuː wʌz stˈændɪŋ wɪððə lˈænjɑːɹd ʌvðə lˈɑːk ɪn hɪz hˈænd dɹˈɑːp hˈɛvili əkɹˌɑːs ðə bɹˈiːtʃ, ænd dɪstʃˈɑːɹdʒ ðə ɡˈʌn ɪn hɪz fˈɔːl.