text_original: During that trial time there was one night that death seemed to be gaining the victory in Corporal Kendall's case. Pain defied my utmost efforts and held the citadeL Sleep fled; the circulation grew slug  gish, and both he and I knew that the result hung on the liour.
text_transcription: DURING THAT TRIAL TIME THERE WAS ONE NIGHT THAT DEATH SEEMED TO BE GAINING THE VICTORY IN CORPORAL KENDALL'S CASE PAIN DEFIED MY UTMOST EFFORTS AND HELD THE CITADEL SLEEP FLED THE CIRCULATION GREW SLUGGISH AND BOTH HE AND I KNEW THAT THE RESULT HUNG ON THE HOUR
phonemes: dˈʊɹɹɪŋ ðæt tɹˈaɪəl tˈaɪm ðɛɹwˌʌz wˈʌn nˈaɪt ðæt dˈɛθ sˈiːmd təbi ɡˈeɪnɪŋ ðə vˈɪktɚɹi ɪn kˈɔːɹpɹəl kˈɛndəlz kˈeɪs. pˈeɪn dᵻfˈaɪd maɪ ˈʌtmoʊst ˈɛfɚts ænd hˈɛld ðə sˈɪɾeɪd ˈɛl slˈiːp flˈɛd; ðə sˌɜːkjʊlˈeɪʃən ɡɹˈuː slˈʌɡ dʒˈɪʃ, ænd bˈoʊθ hiː ænd aɪ nˈuː ðætðə ɹɪzˈʌlt hˈʌŋ ɔnðə ljɚ.