text_original: The groans I uttered when I recovered the use of my reason alarmed the people of a solitary alehouse that stood near the spot where I lay: and they were humane enough to take me in, and send for a surgeon, who dressed my wounds, and assured me they were not mortal.
text_transcription: THE GROANS I UTTERED WHEN I RECOVERED THE USE OF MY REASON ALARMED THE PEOPLE OF A SOLITARY ALEHOUSE THAT STOOD NEAR THE SPOT WHERE I LAY AND THEY WERE HUMANE ENOUGH TO TAKE ME IN AND SEND FOR A SURGEON WHO DRESSED MY WOUNDS AND ASSURED ME THEY WERE NOT MORTAL
phonemes: ðə ɡɹˈoʊnz aɪ ˈʌɾɚd wɛn aɪ ɹᵻkˈʌvɚd ðə jˈuːs ʌv maɪ ɹˈiːzən ɐlˈɑːɹmd ðə pˈiːpəl əvə sˈɑːlətˌɛɹi ˈeɪlhaʊs ðæt stˈʊd nˌɪɹ ðə spˈɑːt wˌɛɹ aɪ lˈeɪ: ænd ðeɪ wɜː hjuːmˈeɪn ɪnˈʌf tə tˈeɪk mˌiː ˈɪn, ænd sˈɛnd fɚɹə sˈɜːdʒən, hˌuː dɹˈɛst maɪ wˈuːndz, ænd əʃˈʊɹd mˌiː ðeɪ wɜː nˌɑːt mˈɔːɹɾəl.