text_original: " Give me your hand, good Norbith," said Kennybol ; " there is danger in either course. We may as well march straight to the edge of the precipice as fall over it, backwards." " Come on '. come on ! " cried old Jonas, striking his sword hilt. Norbith grasped them by the hand. " Listen, brothers ! Be bold, like me ; I will be prudent, like you.
text_transcription: GIVE ME YOUR HAND GOOD NORBITH SAID CANNY BALL THERE IS DANGER IN EITHER COURSE WE MAY AS WELL MARCH STRAIGHT TO THE EDGE OF THE PRECIPICE AS FALL OVER IT BACKWARDS COME ON COME ON CRIED OLD JONAS STRIKING HIS SWORD HILT NORBID GRASPED THEM BY THE HAND LISTEN BROTHERS BE BOLD LIKE ME I WILL BE PRUDENT LIKE YOU
phonemes: " ɡˈɪv mˌiː jʊɹ hˈænd, ɡˈʊd nˈɔːɹbɪt," sˈɛd kˈɛnɪbˌɑːl ; " ðɛɹ ɪz dˈeɪndʒɚɹ ɪn ˈiːðɚ kˈɔːɹs. wiː mˈeɪ æz wˈɛl mˈɑːɹtʃ stɹˈeɪt tə ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə pɹˈɛsᵻpˌɪs æz fˈɔːl ˈoʊvɚɹ ɪt, bˈækwɚdz." " kˈʌm ˈɔn. kˈʌm ˈɔn ! " kɹˈaɪd ˈoʊld dʒˈoʊnəz, stɹˈaɪkɪŋ hɪz sˈɔːɹd hˈɪlt. nˈɔːɹbɪt ɡɹˈæspt ðˌɛm baɪ ðə hˈænd. " lˈɪsən, bɹˈʌðɚz ! biː bˈoʊld, lˈaɪk mˌiː ; aɪ wɪl biː pɹˈuːdənt, lˈaɪk juː.