text_original: " For mercy's sake, master," said the timid keeper, " let us hasten ; that black fellow looks to me just like an archer ! " 180 HAXS OF ICELAND. " What, old raau ; we are two, and we should fly before a single mail ! " " Alas ! twenty sparrows fly before an owl. What glory is there in waiting for an officer of the law
text_transcription: OH FOR MERCY'S SAKE MASTER SAID THE TIMID KEEPER LET US HASTEN THAT BLACK FELLOW LOOKS TO ME JUST LIKE AN ARCHER WHAT OLD MAN WE ARE TWO AND WE SHOULD FLY BEFORE A SINGLE MAN ALAS TWENTY SPARROWS FLY BEFORE AN OWL WHAT GLORY IS THERE IN WAITING FOR AN OFFICER OF THE LAW
phonemes: " fɔːɹ mˈɜːsiz sˈeɪk, mˈæstɚ," sˈɛd ðə tˈɪmɪd kˈiːpɚ, " lˈɛt ˌʌs hˈeɪsən ; ðæt blˈæk fˈɛloʊ lˈʊks tə mˌiː dʒˈʌst lˈaɪk ɐn ˈɑːɹtʃɚ ! " wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi hˈæksz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. " wˌʌt, ˈoʊld ɹˈɑːuː ; wiː ɑːɹ tˈuː, ænd wiː ʃˌʊd flˈaɪ bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɐ sˈɪŋɡəl mˈeɪl ! " " ɐlˈæs ! twˈɛnti spˈæɹoʊz flˈaɪ bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɐn ˈaʊl. wˌʌt ɡlˈɔːɹi ɪz ðɛɹ ɪn wˈeɪɾɪŋ fɚɹən ˈɑːfɪsɚɹ ʌvðə lˈɔː