text_original: It was a sight for an amphitheatre. The two great creatures rolled in a struggle, which I knew must be fatal to Watch, but thought he could engage Tom's attention until I got my hatchet. I ran back for it, took the dinner horn and blew a blast that would bring one man, and I did not want a thousand.
text_transcription: IT WAS A SIGHT FOR AN AMPHITHEATRE THE TWO GREAT CREATURES ROLLED IN A STRUGGLE WHICH I KNEW MUST BE FATAL TO WATCH BUT THOUGHT HE COULD ENGAGE TOM'S ATTENTION UNTIL I GOT MY HATCHET I RAN BACK FOR IT TOOK THE DINNER HORN AND BLEW A BLAST THAT WOULD BRING ONE MAN AND I DID NOT WANT A THOUSAND
phonemes: ɪt wʌzɐ sˈaɪt fɚɹən ˈæmfɪθˌiəɾɚ. ðə tˈuː ɡɹˈeɪt kɹˈiːtʃɚz ɹˈoʊld ɪn ɐ stɹˈʌɡəl, wˌɪtʃ aɪ nˈuː mˈʌst biː fˈeɪɾəl tə wˈɑːtʃ, bˌʌt θˈɔːt hiː kʊd ɛŋɡˈeɪdʒ tˈɑːmz ɐtˈɛnʃən ʌntˈɪl aɪ ɡɑːt maɪ hˈætʃɪt. aɪ ɹˈæn bˈæk fɔːɹ ɪt, tˈʊk ðə dˈɪnɚ hˈɔːɹn ænd blˈuː ɐ blˈæst ðæt wʊd bɹˈɪŋ wˈʌn mˈæn, ænd aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt wˈɔnt ɐ θˈaʊzənd.