text_original: He took up a sharp stone, crouched beside the wolf's warm, palpitating body, broke the limbs at their joints, severed the head from the shoulders, slit the skin from head to heel, stripped it off, as he might remove his own HANS OF ICELAND. 279 waistcoat, and in the twinkling of an eye nothing was left of the much dreaded wolf of Miosen but a bare and bleeding carcass. He flung his trophy over his shoulders, bruised with bites, turning inside out the skin, still reeking and stained with long streaks of blood.
text_transcription: HE TOOK UP A SHARP STONE CROUCHED BESIDE THE WOLF'S WARM PALPITATING BODY BROKE THE LIMBS AT THEIR JOINTS SEVERED THE HEAD FROM THE SHOULDERS SLID THE SKIN FROM HEAD TO HEEL STRIPPED IT OFF AS HE MIGHT REMOVE HIS OWN WAISTCOAT AND IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE NOTHING WAS LEFT OF THE MUCH DREADED WOLF OF MEERSON BUT A BARE AND BLEEDING CARCASS HE FLUNG HIS TROPHY OVER HIS SHOULDERS BRUISED WITH BITES TURNING INSIDE OUT THE SKIN STILL REEKING AND STAINED WITH LONG STREAKS OF BLOOD
phonemes: hiː tˈʊk ˌʌp ɐ ʃˈɑːɹp stˈoʊn, kɹˈaʊtʃt bᵻsˌaɪd ðə wˈʊlfs wˈɔːɹm, pˈælpᵻtˌeɪɾɪŋ bˈɑːdi, bɹˈoʊk ðə lˈɪmz æt ðɛɹ dʒˈɔɪnts, sˈɛvɚd ðə hˈɛd fɹʌmðə ʃˈoʊldɚz, slˈɪt ðə skˈɪn fɹʌm hˈɛd tə hˈiːl, stɹˈɪpt ɪɾ ˈɔf, æz hiː mˌaɪt ɹᵻmˈuːv hɪz ˈoʊn hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti nˈaɪn wˈeɪstkoʊt, ænd ɪnðə twˈɪŋklɪŋ əvən ˈaɪ nˈʌθɪŋ wʌz lˈɛft ʌvðə mˈʌtʃ dɹˈɛdᵻd wˈʊlf ʌv mɪˈoʊsən bˌʌt ɐ bˈɛɹ ænd blˈiːdɪŋ kˈɑːɹkəs. hiː flˈʌŋ hɪz tɹˈoʊfi ˌoʊvɚ hɪz ʃˈoʊldɚz, bɹˈuːzd wɪð bˈaɪts, tˈɜːnɪŋ ɪnsˈaɪd ˈaʊt ðə skˈɪn, stˈɪl ɹˈiːkɪŋ ænd stˈeɪnd wɪð lˈɔŋ stɹˈiːks ʌv blˈʌd.