text_original: Now I thought I heard it under the wall, now beneath the puncheons of the floor. The pitchy blackness within was such that we could not see the boards moving, and therefore we must needs kneel down and feel them from time to time.
text_transcription: NOW I THOUGHT I HEARD IT UNDER THE WALL NOW BENEATH THE PUNCHEONS OF THE FLOOR THE PITCHY BLACKNESS WITHIN WAS SUCH THAT WE COULD NOT SEE THE BOARDS MOVING AND THEREFORE WE MUST NEEDS KNEEL DOWN AND FEEL THEM FROM TIME TO TIME
phonemes: nˈaʊ aɪ θˈɔːt aɪ hˈɜːd ɪɾ ˌʌndɚ ðə wˈɔːl, nˈaʊ bᵻnˌiːθ ðə pˈʌntʃənz ʌvðə flˈɔːɹ. ðə pˈɪtʃi blˈæknəs wɪðˌɪn wʌz sˈʌtʃ ðæt wiː kʊd nˌɑːt sˈiː ðə bˈɔːɹdz mˈuːvɪŋ, ænd ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ wiː mˈʌst nˈiːdz nˈiːl dˌaʊn ænd fˈiːl ðˌɛm fɹʌm tˈaɪm tə tˈaɪm.