text_original: Not a sigh broke the death like silence of the crowd, until a slight smoke curling from the summit of the pyre, and then a tongue of flame darting with bright and lightning like rapidity into the clear blue sky, told us that the sacrifice was complete.
text_transcription: NOT A SIGH BROKE THE DEATHLIKE SILENCE OF THE CROWD UNTIL A SLIGHT SMOKE CURLING FROM THE SUMMIT OF THE PYRE AND THEN A TONGUE OF FAME DARTING WITH BRIGHT AND LIGHTNING LIKE RAPIDITY INTO THE CLEAR BLUE SKY TOLD US THAT THE SACRIFICE WAS COMPLETE
phonemes: nˌɑːɾə sˈaɪ bɹˈoʊk ðə dˈɛθ lˈaɪk sˈaɪləns ʌvðə kɹˈaʊd, ʌntˈɪl ɐ slˈaɪt smˈoʊk kˈɜːlɪŋ fɹʌmðə sˈʌmɪt ʌvðə pˈaɪɚ, ænd ðˈɛn ɐ tˈʌŋ ʌv flˈeɪm dˈɑːɹɾɪŋ wɪð bɹˈaɪt ænd lˈaɪtnɪŋ lˈaɪk ɹæpˈɪdᵻɾi ˌɪntʊ ðə klˈɪɹ blˈuː skˈaɪ, tˈoʊld ˌʌs ðætðə sˈækɹᵻfˌaɪs wʌz kəmplˈiːt.