text_original: At length, however, an enemy with whom he was powerless to contend had laid its unsparing hand upon him. He was dying. A round shot, from the bow gun of a revenue cutter, had struck the quarter rail of his brig, knocking therefrom a splinter, which had entered his side.
text_transcription: AT LENGTH HOWEVER AN ENEMY WITH WHOM HE WAS POWERLESS TO CONTEND HAD LAID ITS UNSPARING HAND UPON HE WAS DYING A ROUND SHOT FROM THE BOW GUN OF A REVENUE CUTTER HAD STRUCK THE QUARTER RAIL OF HIS BRIG KNOCKING THEREFROM A SPLINTER WHICH HAD ENTERED HIS SIDE
phonemes: æt lˈɛŋθ, haʊˈɛvɚ, ɐn ˈɛnəmi wɪð hˈuːm hiː wʌz pˈaʊɚləs tə kəntˈɛnd hæd lˈeɪd ɪts ʌnspˈɛɹɪŋ hˈænd əpˌɑːn hˌɪm. hiː wʌz dˈaɪɪŋ. ɐ ɹˈaʊnd ʃˈɑːt, fɹʌmðə bˈoʊ ɡˈʌn əvɚ ɹˈɛvənˌuː kˈʌɾɚ, hæd stɹˈʌk ðə kwˈɔːɹɾɚ ɹˈeɪl ʌv hɪz bɹˈɪɡ, nˈɑːkɪŋ ðɛɹfɹˈɑːm ɐ splˈɪntɚ, wˌɪtʃ hæd ˈɛntɚd hɪz sˈaɪd.