text_original: 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. "Yes," nodded Jacob Farnum. "That's the last of the derelict. She's removed from the paths of navigation." There could be no doubt of the completeness of the work done by the torpedo from the "Hastings." A broad grin now appeared on the shipbuilder's lately white face.
text_transcription: 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 YES NODDED JACOBARNUM VES THE LOSSES OF THE DEARLIGHT SHE REMOVED FROM THE PASSIVE NAVIGATION THERE COULD BE NO DOUBT OF THE COMPLETENESS OF THE WORK OF A TORPEDO FROM THE HASTINGS A BROAD GRIN NOW APPEARED ON THE SHIPOWNER'S LATELY WHITE FACE
phonemes: 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. "jˈɛs," nˈɑːdᵻd dʒˈeɪkəb fˈɑːɹnəm. "ðæts ðə lˈæst ʌvðə dˈɛɹɪlˌɪkt. ʃiːz ɹᵻmˈuːvd fɹʌmðə pˈæθs ʌv nˌævɪɡˈeɪʃən." ðɛɹ kʊd biː nˈoʊ dˈaʊt ʌvðə kəmplˈiːtnəs ʌvðə wˈɜːk dˈʌn baɪ ðə tɔːɹpˈiːdoʊ fɹʌmðə "hˈeɪstɪŋz." ɐ bɹˈɔːd ɡɹˈɪn nˈaʊ ɐpˈɪɹd ɔnðə ʃˈɪpbɪldɚz lˈeɪtli wˈaɪt fˈeɪs.