text_original: "What," said I, "Morgan, have you forgot your old messmate?" At these words he looked up again, and starting, cried, "As Cot is my—sure it cannot—yes, by my salfation, I pelieve it is my dear friend Mr. Rantom."
text_transcription: WHAT SAID I MORGAN HAVE YOU FORGOT YOUR OLD MESSMATE AT THESE WORDS HE LOOKED UP AGAIN AND STARTING CRIED AS GOD IS MY MEASURE IT CANNOT YES BY MY SALVATION I BELIEVE IT IS MY DEAR FRIEND MISTER RANTHAM
phonemes: "wˌʌt," sˈɛd ˈaɪ, "mˈɔːɹɡən, hæv juː fɚɡˈɑːt jʊɹ ˈoʊld mˈɛsmeɪt?" æt ðiːz wˈɜːdz hiː lˈʊkt ˌʌp ɐɡˈɛn, ænd stˈɑːɹɾɪŋ, kɹˈaɪd, "æz kˈɑːt ɪz mˈaɪ—ʃˈʊɹ ɪt kænˈɑːt—jˈɛs, baɪ maɪ sɔlfˈeɪʃən, aɪ pˈɛliːv ɪɾ ɪz maɪ dˈɪɹ fɹˈɛnd mˈɪstɚ. ɹˈæntəm."