text_original: The cracking of bones broken by a hatchet was heard ; but no sigh or groan was now blended with it. " It seems," muttered the small man, " that there are 282 HANS OF ICKLAXD. but two of us left alive in Arbar hall. There, good Friend, finish the feast which you began.''
text_transcription: THE CRACKING OF BONES BROKEN BY A HATCHET WAS HEARD BUT NO SIGH OR GROAN WAS NOW BLENDED WITH IT IT SEEMS MUTTERED THE SMALL MAN THAT THERE ARE BUT TWO OF US LEFT ALIVE IN OUR BALL THERE GOOD FRIEND FINISH THE FEAST WHICH YOU BEGAN
phonemes: ðə kɹˈækɪŋ ʌv bˈoʊnz bɹˈoʊkən baɪ ɐ hˈætʃɪt wʌz hˈɜːd ; bˌʌt nˈoʊ sˈaɪ ɔːɹ ɡɹˈoʊn wʌz nˈaʊ blˈɛndᵻd wɪð ɪt. " ɪt sˈiːmz," mˈʌɾɚd ðə smˈɔːl mˈæn, " ðæt ðɛɹˌɑːɹ tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd ˈeɪɾi tˈuː hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪklæksd. bˌʌt tˈuː ʌv ˌʌs lˈɛft ɐlˈaɪv ɪn ˈɑːɹbɑːɹ hˈɔːl. ðˈɛɹ, ɡˈʊd fɹˈɛnd, fˈɪnɪʃ ðə fˈiːst wˌɪtʃ juː bɪɡˈæn.