text_original: The three chiefs parted. Soon the watchword, " Silence ! " passed from rank to rank, and the insurgents, a moment before so tumultuous, looked, in those waste places darkened by approaching night, like a baud of mute ghosts roaming noiselessly through the winding paths of a cemetery.
text_transcription: THE THREE CHIEFS PARTED SOON THE WATCHWORD SILENCE PASSED FROM RANK TO RANK AND THE INSURGENTS A MOMENT BEFORE SO TUMULTU'S LOOKED IN THOSE WASTE PLACES DARKENED BY APPROACHING NIGHT LIKE A BAND OF MUTE GHOSTS ROAMING NOISELESSLY THROUGH THE WINDING PATHS OF A CEMETERY
phonemes: ðə θɹˈiː tʃˈiːfs pˈɑːɹɾᵻd. sˈuːn ðə wˈɑːtʃwɜːd, " sˈaɪləns ! " pˈæst fɹʌm ɹˈæŋk tə ɹˈæŋk, ænd ðɪ ɪnsˈɜːdʒənts, ɐ mˈoʊmənt bᵻfˌɔːɹ sˌoʊ tuːmˈʌltʃuːəs, lˈʊkt, ɪn ðoʊz wˈeɪst plˈeɪsᵻz dˈɑːɹkənd baɪ ɐpɹˈoʊtʃɪŋ nˈaɪt, lˈaɪk ɐ bˈɔːd ʌv mjˈuːt ɡˈoʊsts ɹˈoʊmɪŋ nˈɔɪzləsli θɹuː ðə wˈaɪndɪŋ pˈæθs əvə sˈɛmɪtˌɛɹi.