text_original: " To be sure," said Hacket, with ill suppressed laughter ; " are you afraid of him ? " "What!" for the third time interrupted the hunter; " do you really mean it, — is Hans of Iceland here, in this mine ? " HANS OF ICELAND. 353 Hacket turned to the bystanders : " Has our brave Kennybol lost his wits ? " Then, addressing Kennybol : " I see that it was your dread of Hans of Iceland which made you so late." Kennybol raised his hands to heaven.
text_transcription: TO BE SURE SAID HACKET WITH ILL SUPPRESSED LAUGHTER ARE YOU AFRAID OF HIM WHAT FOR THE THIRD TIME INTERRUPTED THE HUNTER DO YOU REALLY MEAN IT IS HANDS OF ICELAND HERE IN THIS MINE HAKETT TURNED TO THE BYSTANDERS HAS OUR BRAVE CANNIBAL LOST HIS WITS THEN ADDRESSING CANNIBAL I SEE THAT IT WAS YOUR DREAD OF HANDS OF ICELAND WHICH MADE YOU SO LATE CANNIBALL RAISED HIS HANDS TO HEAVEN
phonemes: " təbi ʃˈʊɹ," sˈɛd hˈækɪt, wɪð ˈɪl səpɹˈɛst lˈæftɚ ; " ɑːɹ juː ɐfɹˈeɪd ʌv hˌɪm ? " "wˌʌt!" fɚðə θˈɜːd tˈaɪm ˌɪntɚɹˈʌptᵻd ðə hˈʌntɚ; " dˈuː juː ɹˈiəli mˈiːn ɪt, — ɪz hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd hˈɪɹ, ɪn ðɪs mˈaɪn ? " hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti θɹˈiː hˈækɪt tˈɜːnd tə ðə bˈaɪstændɚz : " hɐz ˌaʊɚ bɹˈeɪv kˈɛnɪbˌɑːl lˈɔst hɪz wˈɪts ? " ðˈɛn, ɐdɹˈɛsɪŋ kˈɛnɪbˌɑːl : " aɪ sˈiː ðˌɐɾɪt wʌz jʊɹ dɹˈɛd ʌv hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd wˌɪtʃ mˌeɪd juː sˌoʊ lˈeɪt." kˈɛnɪbˌɑːl ɹˈeɪzd hɪz hˈændz tə hˈɛvən.