text_original: And, thrusting the telescope into Billy's hands, I snatched up a rifle. "Four hundred and fifty yards should be about right," I muttered as I adjusted the back sight of the weapon to that range; then, raising the rifle to my shoulder and bringing the sights into line on that part of the still motionless beast's body where I supposed its heart to be, I pressed the trigger.
text_transcription: AND THRUSTING THE TELESCOPE INTO BILLY'S HANDS I SNATCHED UP A RIFLE FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY YARDS SHOULD BE ABOUT RIGHT I MUTTERED AS I ADJUSTED THE BACK SIGHT OF THE WEAPON TO THAT RANGE THEN RAISING THE RIFLE TO MY SHOULDER AND BRINGING THE SIGHTS INTO LINE ON THAT PART OF THE STILL MOTIONLESS BEAST'S BODY WHERE I SUPPOSED ITS HEART TO BE I PRESSED THE TRIGGER
phonemes: ænd, θɹˈʌstɪŋ ðə tˈɛlᵻskˌoʊp ˌɪntʊ bˈɪliz hˈændz, aɪ snˈætʃt ˌʌp ɐ ɹˈaɪfəl. "fˈɔːɹ hˈʌndɹɪd ænd fˈɪfti jˈɑːɹdz ʃˌʊd biː ɐbˌaʊt ɹˈaɪt," aɪ mˈʌɾɚd æz aɪ ɐdʒˈʌstᵻd ðə bˈæk sˈaɪt ʌvðə wˈɛpən tə ðæt ɹˈeɪndʒ; ðˈɛn, ɹˈeɪzɪŋ ðə ɹˈaɪfəl tə maɪ ʃˈoʊldɚ ænd bɹˈɪŋɪŋ ðə sˈaɪts ˌɪntʊ lˈaɪn ˌɔn ðæt pˈɑːɹt ʌvðə stˈɪl mˈoʊʃənləs bˈiːsts bˈɑːdi wˌɛɹ aɪ səpˈoʊzd ɪts hˈɑːɹt tə bˈiː, aɪ pɹˈɛst ðə tɹˈɪɡɚ.