text_original: The rising water reached a height of eighty or ninety feet, then came down again like a heavy rain. But the wreck itself? One of the mast stumps tottered, then the other. In an instant more nothing of the derelict was to be seen, saving some floating wreckage made up of less water logged wood. "A fair hit, I'll wager my commission!" cried Danvers, eagerly.
text_transcription: THE RISING WATER REACHED A HEIGHT OF EIGHTY OR NINETY FEET THEN CAME DOWN LIKE A HEAVY RAIN BUT THE WRECK ITSELF ONE OF THE MAST STUMPS TOTTERED THEN THE OTHER IN AN INSTANT MORE NOTHING OF THE DAYLIGHT WAS TO BE SEEN SAVING SOME FLOATING WRECKAGE MADE UP OF THE LESS WATERED VAULT A FAIR HIT I'LL WAGER MY COMMISSION CRIED DAN BRUS EAGERLY
phonemes: ðə ɹˈaɪzɪŋ wˈɔːɾɚ ɹˈiːtʃt ɐ hˈaɪt ʌv ˈeɪɾi ɔːɹ nˈaɪnti fˈiːt, ðˈɛn kˈeɪm dˌaʊn ɐɡˈɛn lˈaɪk ɐ hˈɛvi ɹˈeɪn. bˌʌt ðə ɹˈɛk ɪtsˈɛlf? wˈʌn ʌvðə mˈæst stˈʌmps tˈɑːɾɚd, ðˈɛn ðɪ ˈʌðɚ. ɪn ɐn ˈɪnstənt mˈɔːɹ nˈʌθɪŋ ʌvðə dˈɛɹɪlˌɪkt wʌz təbi sˈiːn, sˈeɪvɪŋ sˌʌm flˈoʊɾɪŋ ɹˈɛkɪdʒ mˌeɪd ˌʌp ʌv lˈɛs wˈɔːɾɚ lˈɔɡd wˈʊd. "ɐ fˈɛɹ hˈɪt, aɪl wˈeɪdʒɚ maɪ kəmˈɪʃən!" kɹˈaɪd dˈænvɚz, ˈiːɡɚli.