text_original: At this moment a short man, whom several combatants, amid the smoke and streaming blood, took for a wild beast, in his dress of skins, flung himself into the thick of the carnage, with awful laughter and yells of joy. HANS OF ICELAND. 403 knew whence he came, nor upon which side he fought ; for his stone axe did not choose its victims, but smote alike the skull of a rebel and the head of a musketeer. He seemed, however, to prefer slaying the Munkholrn troops.
text_transcription: AT THIS MOMENT A SHORT MAN WHOM SEVERAL COMBATANTS AMID THE SMOKE AND STREAMING BLOOD TOOK FOR A WILD BEAST IN HIS DRESS OF SKINS FLUNG HIMSELF INTO THE THICK OF THE CARNAGE WITH AWFUL LAUGHTER AND YELLS OF JOY NONE KNEW WHENCE HE CAME NOR UPON WHICH SIDE HE FOUGHT FOR HIS STONE AXE DID NOT CHOOSE ITS VICTIMS BUT SMOTE ALIKE THE SKULL OF A REBEL AND THE HEAD OF A MUSKETEER HE SEEMED HOWEVER TO PREFER SLAYING THE MONCOMB TROOPS
phonemes: æt ðɪs mˈoʊmənt ɐ ʃˈɔːɹt mˈæn, hˈuːm sˈɛvɹəl kˈɑːmbætənts, ɐmˈɪd ðə smˈoʊk ænd stɹˈiːmɪŋ blˈʌd, tˈʊk fɚɹə wˈaɪld bˈiːst, ɪn hɪz dɹˈɛs ʌv skˈɪnz, flˈʌŋ hɪmsˈɛlf ˌɪntʊ ðə θˈɪk ʌvðə kˈɑːɹnɪdʒ, wɪð ˈɔːfəl lˈæftɚ ænd jˈɛlz ʌv dʒˈɔɪ. hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd θɹˈiː nˈuː wˈɛns hiː kˈeɪm, nˈɔːɹ əpˌɑːn wˌɪtʃ sˈaɪd hiː fˈɔːt ; fɔːɹ hɪz stˈoʊn ˈæks dɪdnˌɑːt tʃˈuːz ɪts vˈɪktɪmz, bˌʌt smˈoʊt ɐlˈaɪk ðə skˈʌl əvɚ ɹˈɛbəl ænd ðə hˈɛd əvə mˌʌskɪtˈɪɹ. hiː sˈiːmd, haʊˈɛvɚ, tə pɹɪfˈɜː slˈeɪɪŋ ðə mˈʌŋkhɑːlən tɹˈuːps.