text_original: The dreadful Hans of Iceland shrank like Kennybol from the first volley of shot, and approaching him, with troubled HANS OF ICELAND. 397 countenance asked for a carbine, because, he said, in a very commonplace tone, at such a time his axe was quite as useless as any old woman's spindle.
text_transcription: THE DREADFUL HANDS OF ICELAN SHRANK LIKE CANNIBALL FROM THE FIRST VOLLEY OF SHOT AND APPROACHING HIM WITH TROUBLED COUNTENANCE ASKED FOR A CARBINE BECAUSE HE SAID IN A VERY COMMONPLACE TONE AT SUCH A TIME HIS AXE WAS QUITE AS USELESS AS ANY OLD WOMAN'S SPINDLE
phonemes: ðə dɹˈɛdfəl hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd ʃɹˈæŋk lˈaɪk kˈɛnɪbˌɑːl fɹʌmðə fˈɜːst vˈɑːli ʌv ʃˈɑːt, ænd ɐpɹˈoʊtʃɪŋ hˌɪm, wɪð tɹˈʌbəld hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti sˈɛvən kˈaʊntənəns ˈæskt fɚɹə kˈɑːɹbaɪn, bɪkˈʌz, hiː sˈɛd, ɪn ɐ vˈɛɹi kˈɑːmənplˌeɪs tˈoʊn, æt sˈʌtʃ ɐ tˈaɪm hɪz ˈæks wʌz kwˈaɪt æz jˈuːsləs æz ˌɛni ˈoʊld wˈʊmənz spˈɪndəl.