text_original: "I suppose they're hoping they will to day, whatever the test is to be," muttered Hal Hastings. Fifteen minutes more passed. Then a little flock of six oared cutters left the side of the gunboat "Oakland." In the stern sheets of each cutter sat a naval officer in uniform.
text_transcription: I SUPPOSE THEY'RE HOPING THEY WILL TO DAY WHATEVER THE TEST IS TO BE MUTTERED HAL HASTINGS FIFTEEN MINUTES MORE PASSED THEN A LITTLE FLOCK OF SIX ORED CUTTERS LEFT THE SIDE OF THE GUNBOAT OPEN IN THE STERN SHEETS OF EACH CUTTER SAT A NAVAL OFFICER IN UNIFORM
phonemes: "aɪ səpˈoʊz ðeɪɚ hˈoʊpɪŋ ðeɪ wˈɪltə dˈeɪ, wʌtˈɛvɚ ðə tˈɛst ɪz tə bˈiː," mˈʌɾɚd hˈæl hˈeɪstɪŋz. fˈɪftiːn mˈɪnɪts mˈɔːɹ pˈæst. ðˈɛn ɐ lˈɪɾəl flˈɑːk ʌv sˈɪks ˈɔːɹd kˈʌɾɚz lˈɛft ðə sˈaɪd ʌvðə ɡˈʌnboʊt "ˈoʊklənd." ɪnðə stˈɜːn ʃˈiːts ʌv ˈiːtʃ kˈʌɾɚ sˈæt ɐ nˈeɪvəl ˈɑːfɪsɚɹ ɪn jˈuːnɪfˌɔːɹm.