text_original: The good natured negro dropped his work and led the way upstairs, I following expectant, to the attic. A rickety ladder rose to a kind of tower (cupola, I suppose it would be called), whence the bay spread out before me like a picture, the white islands edged with the whiter lacing of the waves.
text_transcription: THE GOOD NATURED NEGRO DROPPED HIS WORK AND LED THE WAY UPSTAIRS I FOLLOWING EXPECTANT TO THE ATTIC A RICKETY LADDER ROSE TO A KIND OF TOWER CUPIO I SUPPOSE IT WOULD BE CALLED WHENCE THE BAY SPREAD OUT BEFORE ME LIKE A PICTURE THE WHITE ISLANDS EDGED WITH THE WHITER LACING OF THE WAVES
phonemes: ðə ɡˈʊd nˈeɪtʃɚd nˈiːɡɹoʊ dɹˈɑːpt hɪz wˈɜːk ænd lˈɛd ðə wˈeɪ ʌpstˈɛɹz, aɪ fˈɑːloʊɪŋ ɛkspˈɛktənt, tə ðɪ ˈæɾɪk. ɐ ɹˈɪkɪɾi lˈædɚ ɹˈoʊz tʊ ɐ kˈaɪnd ʌv tˈaʊɚ (kjuːpˈoʊlə, aɪ səpˈoʊz ɪt wʊd biː kˈɔːld), wˈɛns ðə bˈeɪ spɹˈɛd ˈaʊt bᵻfˌɔːɹ mˌiː lˈaɪk ɐ pˈɪktʃɚ, ðə wˈaɪt ˈaɪləndz ˈɛdʒd wɪððə wˈaɪɾɚ lˈeɪsɪŋ ʌvðə wˈeɪvz.