text_original: While the sergeant, grumbling at the chancellor's im  prudence in being so prodigal with his passes, replaced the clumsy bars, and while the lingering sound of his heavy boots still echoed on the stairs leading to the guard house, 40 HANS OF ICELAND. the young man, throwing his mantle over his shoulder, hurriedly crossed the dark vault of the low tower, the long parade ground, and the ordnance room, where lay a few old dismantled culverius, still to be seen in the Copen  hagen museum, all nearer approach to which was forbidden by the warning cry of a sentinel.
text_transcription: WHILE THE SERGEANT GRUMBLING AT THE CHANCELLOR'S IMPRUDENCE IN BEING SO PRODIGAL WITH HIS PASSES REPLACED THE CLUMSY BARS AND WHILE THE LINGERING SOUND OF HIS HEAVY BOOTS STILL ECHOED ON THE STAIRS LEADING TO THE GUARDHOUSE THE YOUNG MAN THROWING HIS MANTLE OVER HIS SHOULDER HURRIEDLY CROSSED THE DARK VAULT OF THE LOW TOWER THE LONG PARADE GROUND AND THE ORDNANCE ROOM WHERE LAY A FEW OLD DISMANTLED CULVERINS STILL TO BE SEEN IN THE COPENHAGEN MUSEUM ALL NEARER APPROACH TO WHICH WAS FORBIDDEN BY THE WARNING CRY OF THE SENTINEL
phonemes: wˌaɪl ðə sˈɑːɹdʒənt, ɡɹˈʌmblɪŋ æt ðə tʃˈænsɛlɚz ˈɪm pɹˈuːdəns ɪn bˌiːɪŋ sˌoʊ pɹˈɑːdɪɡəl wɪð hɪz pˈæsᵻz, ɹᵻplˈeɪst ðə klˈʌmzi bˈɑːɹz, ænd wˌaɪl ðə lˈɪŋɡɚɹɪŋ sˈaʊnd ʌv hɪz hˈɛvi bˈuːts stˈɪl ˈɛkoʊd ɔnðə stˈɛɹz lˈiːdɪŋ tə ðə ɡˈɑːɹd hˈaʊs, fˈɔːɹɾi hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. ðə jˈʌŋ mˈæn, θɹˈoʊɪŋ hɪz mˈæntəl ˌoʊvɚ hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚ, hˈɜːɹᵻdli kɹˈɔst ðə dˈɑːɹk vˈɔlt ʌvðə lˈoʊ tˈaʊɚ, ðə lˈɔŋ pɚɹˈeɪd ɡɹˈaʊnd, ænd ðɪ ˈɔːɹdnəns ɹˈuːm, wˌɛɹ lˈeɪ ɐ fjˈuː ˈoʊld dɪsmˈæntəld kʌlvˈɪɹiəs, stˈɪl təbi sˈiːn ɪnðə kˈoʊpən hˈeɪɡən mjuːzˈiəm, ˈɔːl nˈɪɹɚɹ ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ tʊ wˌɪtʃ wʌz fɚbˈɪdən baɪ ðə wˈɔːɹnɪŋ kɹˈaɪ əvə sˈɛntɪnəl.