text_original: Here was a large floor almost covered with wounded, and among them a woman stumbled about weeping, wailing, boo hooing and vn*inging her hands; I caught her wrist, and said: " What is the matter?" 334: Half a Century. "Oh! oh! oh! Boo hoo! boo hoo! the poor fellow is goin' to die an' wants me to write to his mother."
text_transcription: HERE WAS A LARGE FLOOR ALMOST COVERED WITH WOUNDED AND AMONG THEM A WOMAN STUMBLED ABOUT WEEPING WAILING BOOHOOING AND WRINGING HER HANDS I CAUGHT A WRIST AND SAID WHAT IS THE MATTER OH OH OH BOO HOO BOO HOO THE POOR FELLOW IS GOING TO DIE AND WANTS ME TO WRITE TO HIS MOTHER
phonemes: hˈɪɹ wʌzɐ lˈɑːɹdʒ flˈɔːɹ ˈɔːlmoʊst kˈʌvɚd wɪð wˈuːndᵻd, ænd ɐmˌʌŋ ðˌɛm ɐ wˈʊmən stˈʌmbəld ɐbˌaʊt wˈiːpɪŋ, wˈeɪlɪŋ, bˈuː hˈuːɪŋ ænd vˌiːˈɛn ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈɪŋɪŋ hɜː hˈændz; aɪ kˈɔːt hɜː ɹˈɪst, ænd sˈɛd: " wˌʌt ɪz ðə mˈæɾɚ?" θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi fˈɔːɹ: hˈæf ɐ sˈɛntʃɚɹi. "ˈoʊ! ˈoʊ! ˈoʊ! bˈuː hˈuː! bˈuː hˈuː! ðə pˈʊɹ fˈɛloʊ ɪz ɡˌoʊɪn tə dˈaɪ æn wˈɔnts mˌiː tə ɹˈaɪt tə hɪz mˈʌðɚ."