text_original: Birds flew hither and thither (the names of every one of which Xavier knew),  the whistling papabot, the mournful bittern (garde soleil), and the night heron (grosbeck), who stood like a sentinel on the points. One night I awoke with the sweat starting from my brow, trying to collect my senses, and I lay on my blanket listening to such plaintive and heart rending cries as I had never known.
text_transcription: BIRDS FLEW HITHER AND THITHER THE NAMES OF EVERY ONE OF WHICH ZAVER KNEW THE WHISTLING PAPABOT THE MOURNFUL BITTERN GUARD SOLO AND THE KNIGHT HERON GROSBECK WHO STOOD LIKE A SENTINEL ON THE POINTS ONE NIGHT I AWOKE WITH THE SWEAT STARTING FROM MY BROW TRYING TO COLLECT MY SENSES AND I LAY ON MY BLANKET LISTENING TO SUCH PLAINTIFF AND HEART RENDING CRIES AS I HAD NEVER KNOWN
phonemes: bˈɜːdz flˈuː hˈɪðɚ ænd ðˈɪðɚ (ðə nˈeɪmz ʌv ˈɛvɹi wˈʌn ʌvwˈɪtʃ zˈeɪviɚ nˈuː),  ðə wˈɪsəlɪŋ pˈæpɐbˌɑːt, ðə mˈɔːɹnfəl bˈɪtɚn (ɡˈɑːɹd sˈoʊlɪl), ænd ðə nˈaɪt hˈɛɹən (ɡɹˈɑːsbɛk), hˌuː stˈʊd lˈaɪk ɐ sˈɛntɪnəl ɔnðə pˈɔɪnts. wˈʌn nˈaɪt aɪ ɐwˈoʊk wɪððə swˈɛt stˈɑːɹɾɪŋ fɹʌm maɪ bɹˈaʊ, tɹˈaɪɪŋ tə kəlˈɛkt maɪ sˈɛnsᵻz, ænd aɪ lˈeɪ ˌɔn maɪ blˈæŋkɪt lˈɪsənɪŋ tə sˈʌtʃ plˈeɪntɪv ænd hˈɑːɹt ɹˈɛndɪŋ kɹˈaɪz æz aɪ hæd nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊn.