text_original: And there I sat for some time watching them as they lashed their sides with their tails and pawed the ground, for experience is a good master. Whether or not the flies were all that troubled them I could not tell, and no sound save the tinkle of their bells broke the noonday stillness.
text_transcription: AND THERE I SAT FOR SOME TIME WATCHING THEM AS THEY LASHED THEIR SIDES WITH THEIR TAILS AND PAWED THE GROUND FOR EXPERIENCE IS A GOOD MASTER WHETHER OR NOT THE FLIES WERE ALL THAT TROUBLED THEM I COULD NOT TELL AND NO SOUND SAVE THE TINKLE OF THEIR BELLS BROKE THE NOONDAY STILLNESS
phonemes: ænd ðɛɹ aɪ sˈæt fɔːɹ sˌʌm tˈaɪm wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðˌɛm æz ðeɪ lˈæʃt ðɛɹ sˈaɪdz wɪð ðɛɹ tˈeɪlz ænd pˈɔːd ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd, fɔːɹ ɛkspˈiəɹɪəns ɪz ɐ ɡˈʊd mˈæstɚ. wˈɛðɚɹ ɔːɹ nˌɑːt ðə flˈaɪz wɜːɹ ˈɔːl ðæt tɹˈʌbəld ðˌɛm aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt tˈɛl, ænd nˈoʊ sˈaʊnd sˈeɪv ðə tˈɪŋkəl ʌv ðɛɹ bˈɛlz bɹˈoʊk ðə nˈuːndeɪ stˈɪlnəs.