text_original: But he had not been long in his hiding hole, before the awful Ettin came in ; and no sooner was he in, than he was heard crying : "Snouk but ! and snouk ben ! I find the smell of an earthly man, Be he living, or be he dead, His heart this night shall kitchen my bread.** THE RED ETTIN 319 Well, the monster began to search about, and he soon found the poor young man, and pulled him from his hiding place.
text_transcription: BUT HE HAD NOT BEEN LONG IN HIS HIDING HOLE BEFORE THE AWFUL ETINE CAME IN AND NO SOONER WAS HE IN THAN HE WAS HEARD CRYING SNOW POT AND SMOKE THEN I FIND THE SMELL OF AN EARTHLY MAN BE HE LIVING OR BE HE DEAD HIS HEART THIS NIGHT SHALL KITCHEN MY BREAD WELL THE MONSTER BEGAN TO SEARCH ABOUT AND HE SOON FOUND THE POOR YOUNG MAN AND PULLED HIM FROM HIS HIDING PLACE
phonemes: bˌʌt hiː hæd nˌɑːt bˌɪn lˈɔŋ ɪn hɪz hˈaɪdɪŋ hˈoʊl, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðɪ ˈɔːfəl ˈɛʔn kˈeɪm ˈɪn ; ænd nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ wʌz hiː ˈɪn, ðɐn hiː wʌz hˈɜːd kɹˈaɪɪŋ : "snˈaʊk bˌʌt ! ænd snˈaʊk bˈɛn ! aɪ fˈaɪnd ðə smˈɛl əvən ˈɜːθli mˈæn, biː hiː lˈɪvɪŋ, ɔːɹ biː hiː dˈɛd, hɪz hˈɑːɹt ðɪs nˈaɪt ʃˌæl kˈɪtʃən maɪ bɹˈɛd.ˈæstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪsk ðə ɹˈɛd ˈɛʔn θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪntiːn wˈɛl, ðə mˈɔnstɚ bɪɡˈæn tə sˈɜːtʃ ɐbˈaʊt, ænd hiː sˈuːn fˈaʊnd ðə pˈʊɹ jˈʌŋ mˈæn, ænd pˈʊld hˌɪm fɹʌm hɪz hˈaɪdɪŋ plˈeɪs.