text_original: Obliged in his fall to relax his grasp of the wolfs throat, the man felt the sharp teeth buried in his shoul  der, when, as they rolled over one another, the two com  batants struck against an enormous shaggy white body HANS OF ICELAND. 277 lying in the darkest corner of the room. It was a bear, who waked from his heavy sleep with a growl.
text_transcription: OBLIGED IN HIS FALL TO RELAX HIS GRASP ON THE WOLF'S THROAT THE MAN FELT THE SHARP TEETH BURIED IN HIS SHOULDER WHEN AS THEY ROLLED OVER ONE ANOTHER THE TWO COMBATANTS STRUCK AGAINST AN ENORMOUS SHAGGY WHITE BODY LYING IN THE DARKEST CORNER OF THE ROOM IT WAS THE BEAR WHO WAKED FROM HIS HEAVY SLEEP WITH A GROWL
phonemes: əblˈaɪdʒd ɪn hɪz fˈɔːl tə ɹᵻlˈæks hɪz ɡɹˈæsp ʌvðə wˈʊlfs θɹˈoʊt, ðə mˈæn fˈɛlt ðə ʃˈɑːɹp tˈiːθ bˈɛɹid ɪn hɪz ʃˈaʊl dˈɛɹ, wˌɛn, æz ðeɪ ɹˈoʊld ˌoʊvɚ wˈʌn ɐnˈʌðɚ, ðə tˈuː kˈɑːm bˈætənts stɹˈʌk ɐɡˈɛnst ɐn ɪnˈɔːɹməs ʃˈæɡi wˈaɪt bˈɑːdi hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən lˈaɪɪŋ ɪnðə dˈɑːɹkɪst kˈɔːɹnɚɹ ʌvðə ɹˈuːm. ɪt wʌzɐ bˈɛɹ, hˌuː wˈeɪkt fɹʌm hɪz hˈɛvi slˈiːp wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈaʊl.