text_original: "Well," said he, "if you have learned to turn an evil omen into a good sign, you know more than some generals. What ails you now?" "There's a pirogue, sir," I cried, staring and pointing. "Where?" said he, alert all at once.
text_transcription: WELL SAID HE IF YOU'VE LEARNED TO TURN AN EVIL OMEN INTO A GOOD SIGN YOU KNOW MORE THAN SOME GENERALS WHAT AILS YOU NOW THERE'S A PAROGUE SIR I CRIED STARING AND POINTING WHERE SAID HE ALERT ALL AT ONCE
phonemes: "wˈɛl," sˈɛd hiː, "ɪf juː hæv lˈɜːnd tə tˈɜːn ɐn ˈiːvəl ˈoʊmɛn ˌɪntʊ ɐ ɡˈʊd sˈaɪn, juː nˈoʊ mˈɔːɹ ðɐn sˌʌm dʒˈɛnɚɹəlz. wˌʌt ˈeɪlz juː nˈaʊ?" "ðɛɹz ɐ pˈɪɹoʊɡ, sˌɜː," aɪ kɹˈaɪd, stˈɛɹɪŋ ænd pˈɔɪntɪŋ. "wˈɛɹ?" sˈɛd hiː, ɐlˈɜːt ˈɔːl ɐtwˈʌns.