text_original: There are few things in history more tragic than the picture of that inert mass of moody Highlanders, frozen into traitors through an insane pride and savage jealousy, witnessing the ruin of their cause and the slaughter of their comrades unmoved, and listen  ing impassively to the entreaties of the gallant Perth and the death groans of the heroic Keppoch.
text_transcription: THERE ARE FEW THINGS IN HISTORY MORE TRAGIC THAN THE PICTURE OF THAT INERT MASS OF MOODY HIGHLANDERS FROZEN INTO TRADERS THROUGH AN INSANE PRIDE AND SAVAGE JEALOUSY WITNESSING THE RUIN OF THEIR CAUSE AND THE SLAUGHTER OF THEIR COMRADES UNMOVED ENLISTING IMPASSIVELY TO THE ENTREATIES OF THE GALLANT PERTH AND THE DEATH GROANS OF THE HEROIC CAPUCH
phonemes: ðɛɹˌɑːɹ fjˈuː θˈɪŋz ɪn hˈɪstɚɹi mˈɔːɹ tɹˈædʒɪk ðɐn ðə pˈɪktʃɚɹ ʌv ðæt ɪnˈɜːt mˈæs ʌv mˈuːdi hˈaɪləndɚz, fɹˈoʊzən ˌɪntʊ tɹˈeɪɾɚz θɹuː ɐn ɪnsˈeɪn pɹˈaɪd ænd sˈævɪdʒ dʒˈɛləsi, wˈɪtnəsɪŋ ðə ɹˈuːɪn ʌv ðɛɹ kˈɔːz ænd ðə slˈɔːɾɚɹ ʌv ðɛɹ kˈɑːmɹædz ʌnmˈuːvd, ænd lˈɪsən ˈɪŋ ɪmpˈæsɪvli tə ðɪ ɛntɹˈiːɾiz ʌvðə ɡˈælənt pˈɜːθ ænd ðə dˈɛθ ɡɹˈoʊnz ʌvðə hɪɹˈoʊɪk kˈɛpɑːk.