text_original: A mighty splintering shook the door. "To the ports!" cried Polly Ann, as our heads knocked together. To find the rifles and prime them seemed to take an age.
text_transcription: A MIGHTY SPLINTERING SHOOK THE DOOR TO THE PORTS CRIED POLLY ANN AS OUR HEADS KNOCKED TOGETHER TO FIND THE RIFLES AND PRIME THEM SEEMED TO TAKE AN AGE
phonemes: ɐ mˈaɪɾi splˈɪntɚɹɪŋ ʃˈʊk ðə dˈɔːɹ. "tə ðə pˈɔːɹts!" kɹˈaɪd pˈɑːli ˈæn, æz ˌaʊɚ hˈɛdz nˈɑːkt təɡˈɛðɚ. tə fˈaɪnd ðə ɹˈaɪfəlz ænd pɹˈaɪm ðˌɛm sˈiːmd tə tˈeɪk ɐn ˈeɪdʒ.