text_original: Whatever Polly Ann might have said would have been to the point, but it was lost, for just then the sound of a shot came down the wind, and a half a score of women stampeded through the stalks, carrying me down like a reed before them.
text_transcription: WHATEVER POLLY ANNE MIGHT HAVE SAID WOULD HAVE BEEN TO THE POINT BUT IT WAS LOST FOR JUST THEN THE SOUND OF A SHOT CAME DOWN THE WIND AND HALF A SCORE OF WOMEN STAMPEDED THROUGH THE STALKS CARRYING ME DOWN LIKE A REED BEFORE THEM
phonemes: wʌtˈɛvɚ pˈɑːli ˈæn mˌaɪthɐv sˈɛd wʊdhɐv bˌɪn tə ðə pˈɔɪnt, bˌʌt ɪt wʌz lˈɔst, fɔːɹ dʒˈʌst ðˈɛn ðə sˈaʊnd əvə ʃˈɑːt kˈeɪm dˌaʊn ðə wˈɪnd, ænd ɐ hˈæf ɐ skˈɔːɹ ʌv wˈɪmɪn stæmpˈiːdᵻd θɹuː ðə stˈɔːks, kˈæɹiɪŋ mˌiː dˌaʊn lˈaɪk ɐ ɹˈiːd bᵻfˈɔːɹ ðˌɛm.