text_original: In the night I found myself sitting up in bed, listening to a running and stamping near the cabin. Polly Ann was stirring. "Davy," she whispered, "the stock is oneasy." We peered out of the loophole together and through the little orchard we had planted.
text_transcription: IN THE NIGHT I FOUND MYSELF SITTING UP IN BED LISTENING TO A RUNNING AND STAMPING NEAR THE CABIN POLLY ANNE WAS STIRRING DAVY SHE WHISPERED THE STOCK IS UNEASY WE PEERED OUT OF THE LOOPHOLE TOGETHER AND THROUGH THE LITTLE ORCHARD WE HAD PLANTED
phonemes: ɪnðə nˈaɪt aɪ fˈaʊnd maɪsˈɛlf sˈɪɾɪŋ ˌʌp ɪn bˈɛd, lˈɪsənɪŋ tʊ ɐ ɹˈʌnɪŋ ænd stˈæmpɪŋ nˌɪɹ ðə kˈæbɪn. pˈɑːli ˈæn wʌz stˈɜːɹɪŋ. "dˈeɪvi," ʃiː wˈɪspɚd, "ðə stˈɑːk ɪz wˈʌnəsi." wiː pˈɪɹd ˌaʊɾəv ðə lˈuːphoʊl təɡˌɛðɚ ænd θɹuː ðə lˈɪɾəl ˈɔːɹtʃɚd wiː hæd plˈæntᵻd.