text_original: Already his poor old friend Guidon Stayper lay beside him, riddled with bullets ; already his followers, terrified and unable to escape, sur  rounded on every hand, huddled together without a thought of defence, uttering distressing cries.
text_transcription: ALREADY HIS POOR OLD FRIEND GOLDEN STIPER LAY BESIDE HIM RIDDLED WITH BULLETS ALREADY HIS FOLLOWERS TERRIFIED AND UNABLE TO ESCAPE SURROUNDED ON EVERY HAND HUDDLED TOGETHER WITHOUT A THOUGHT OF DEFENCE UTTERING DISTRESSING CRIES
phonemes: ɔːlɹˌɛdi hɪz pˈʊɹ ˈoʊld fɹˈɛnd ɡˈaɪdɑːn stˈeɪpɚ lˈeɪ bᵻsˈaɪd hˌɪm, ɹˈɪdəld wɪð bˈʊlɪts ; ɔːlɹˌɛdi hɪz fˈɑːloʊɚz, tˈɛɹᵻfˌaɪd ænd ʌnˈeɪbəl tʊ ɛskˈeɪp, sˈɜː ɹˈaʊndᵻd ˌɔn ˈɛvɹi hˈænd, hˈʌdəld təɡˌɛðɚ wɪðˌaʊt ɐ θˈɔːt ʌv dᵻfˈɛns, ˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ dɪstɹˈɛsɪŋ kɹˈaɪz.