text_original: " By my soul's salvation ! " he whispered, pulling Gui  don's arm, " see ; those two blazing eyes must surely be  long to the fiercest wildcat that ever mewed in a thicket." " You are right," replied old Stayper ; " and if he were not marching in front of us, I should rather think that they were the wicked eyes of the demon of Ice — " "Hush!" cried Kennybol.
text_transcription: BY MY SOUL'S SALVATION HE WHISPERED PULLING GOLDEN'S ARMS SEE THOSE TWO BLAZING EYES MUST SURELY BELONG TO THE FIERCEST WILD CAT THAT EVER MOOED IN A THICKET YOU ARE RIGHT REPLIED OLD STIPER AND IF HE WERE NOT MARCHING IN FRONT OF US I SHOULD RATHER THINK THAT THEY WERE THE WICKED EYES OF THE DEMON OF ICE HUSH CRIED CANY BALL
phonemes: " baɪ maɪ sˈoʊlz sælvˈeɪʃən ! " hiː wˈɪspɚd, pˈʊlɪŋ ɡˈuːi dˈɑːnz ˈɑːɹm, " sˈiː ; ðoʊz tˈuː blˈeɪzɪŋ ˈaɪz mˈʌst ʃˈʊɹli biː lˈɔŋ tə ðə fˈɪɹsɪst wˈaɪldkæt ðæt ˈɛvɚ mjˈuːd ɪn ɐ θˈɪkɪt." " juː ɑːɹ ɹˈaɪt," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ˈoʊld stˈeɪpɚ ; " ænd ɪf hiː wɜː nˌɑːt mˈɑːɹtʃɪŋ ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv ˌʌs, aɪ ʃˌʊd ɹˈæðɚ θˈɪŋk ðæt ðeɪ wɜː ðə wˈɪkᵻd ˈaɪz ʌvðə dˈiːmən ʌv ˈaɪs — " "hˈʌʃ!" kɹˈaɪd kˈɛnɪbˌɑːl.