text_original: Next, a movement behind the rail fence, and darting back to my side of the house I made out a long black body wriggling at the edge of the withered corn patch. They were surrounding us. How I wished that Tom were home!
text_transcription: NEXT A MOVEMENT BEHIND THE RAIL FENCE AND DARTING BACK TO MY SIDE OF THE HOUSE I MADE OUT A LONG BLACK BODY WIGGLING AT THE EDGE OF THE WITHERED CORN PATCH THEY WERE SURROUNDING US HOW I WISHED THAT TOD WERE HOME
phonemes: nˈɛkst, ɐ mˈuːvmənt bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə ɹˈeɪl fˈɛns, ænd dˈɑːɹɾɪŋ bˈæk tə maɪ sˈaɪd ʌvðə hˈaʊs aɪ mˌeɪd ˈaʊt ɐ lˈɔŋ blˈæk bˈɑːdi ɹˈɪɡlɪŋ æt ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə wˈɪðɚd kˈɔːɹn pˈætʃ. ðeɪ wɜː sɚɹˈaʊndɪŋ ˌʌs. hˌaʊ aɪ wˈɪʃt ðæt tˈɑːm wɜː hˈoʊm!