text_original: Clark had routed him from his bed on the morning of our arrival, and whether or not he had been in the secret of frightening the inhabitants into making their wills, and then throwing them into transports of joy, I know not.
text_transcription: CLARK HAD ROUTED HIM FROM HIS BED ON THE MORNING OF OUR ARRIVAL AND WHETHER OR NOT HE HAD BEEN IN THE SECRET OF FRIGHTENING THE INHABITANTS INTO MAKING THEIR WILLS AND THEN THROWING THEM INTO TRANSPORTS OF JOY I KNOW NOT
phonemes: klˈɑːɹk hæd ɹˈaʊɾᵻd hˌɪm fɹʌm hɪz bˈɛd ɔnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ʌv ˌaʊɚɹ ɚɹˈaɪvəl, ænd wˈɛðɚ ɔːɹ nˌɑːt hiː hɐdbɪn ɪnðə sˈiːkɹᵻt ʌv fɹˈaɪʔn̩ɪŋ ðɪ ɪnhˈæbɪtənts ˌɪntʊ mˌeɪkɪŋ ðɛɹ wˈɪlz, ænd ðˈɛn θɹˈoʊɪŋ ðˌɛm ˌɪntʊ tɹˈænspɔːɹts ʌv dʒˈɔɪ, aɪ nˈoʊ nˈɑːt.