text_original: Here he blew a loud blast on a copper horn handed to him by the warder of the great portcullis. " Come in, come in ! " eagerly ex  HANS OF ICELAND. 41 claimed a voice from within ; " it must be that confounded captain ! " As the postern swung open, the new comer saw, in a dimly lighted Gothic apartment, a young officer stretched carelessly upon a pile of cloaks and reindeer skins, beside one of the three beaked lamps which our ancestors used to hang from the rose work of their ceilings, and which at this moment stood upon the ground.
text_transcription: HERE HE BLEW A LOUD BLAST ON A COPPER HORN HANDED TO HIM BY THE WARDER OF THE GREAT PORTCULLIS COME IN COME IN EAGERLY EXCLAIMED THE VOICE FROM WITHIN IT MUST BE THAT CONFOUNDED CAPTAIN AS THE POSTARD SWUNG OPEN THE NEWCOMER SAW IN A DIMLY LIGHTED GOTHIC APARTMENT A YOUNG OFFICER STRETCHED CARELESSLY UPON A PILE OF CLOAKS AND REINDEER SKINS BESIDE ONE OF THE THREE BEAKED LAMPS WHICH OUR ANCESTORS USED TO HANG FROM THE ROSEBORK OF THEIR CEILINGS AND WHICH AT THIS MOMENT STOOD UPON THE GROUND
phonemes: hˈɪɹ hiː blˈuː ɐ lˈaʊd blˈæst ˌɔn ɐ kˈɑːpɚ hˈɔːɹn hˈændᵻd tə hˌɪm baɪ ðə wˈɔːɹdɚɹ ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt pˈɔːɹtkʌliz. " kˈʌm ˈɪn, kˈʌm ˈɪn ! " ˈiːɡɚli ˈɛks hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. fˈɔːɹɾi wˈʌn klˈeɪmd ɐ vˈɔɪs fɹʌm wɪðˈɪn ; " ɪt mˈʌst biː ðæt kənfˈaʊndᵻd kˈæptɪn ! " æz ðə pˈoʊstɚn swˈʌŋ ˈoʊpən, ðə nˈuː kˈʌmɚ sˈɔː, ɪn ɐ dˈɪmli lˈaɪɾᵻd ɡˈɑːθɪk ɐpˈɑːɹtmənt, ɐ jˈʌŋ ˈɑːfɪsɚ stɹˈɛtʃt kˈɛɹləsli əpˌɑːn ɐ pˈaɪl ʌv klˈoʊks ænd ɹˈeɪndɪɹ skˈɪnz, bᵻsˌaɪd wˈʌn ʌvðə θɹˈiː bˈiːkt lˈæmps wˌɪtʃ ˌaʊɚɹ ˈænsɛstɚz jˈuːzd tə hˈæŋ fɹʌmðə ɹˈoʊz wˈɜːk ʌv ðɛɹ sˈiːlɪŋz, ænd wˌɪtʃ æt ðɪs mˈoʊmənt stˈʊd əpˌɑːn ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd.