text_original: Borne upon the rushing, muddy waters of the freshet he saw a log, and upon it were three little white rabbits. They were clinging frantically to the log, which came whirling swiftly on down stream.
text_transcription: BORNE UPON THE RUSHING MUDDY WATERS OF THE FRESHET HE SAW A LOG AND UPON IT WERE THREE LITTLE WHITE RABBITS THEY WERE CLINGING FRANTICALLY TO THE LOG WHICH CAME WHIRLING SWIFTLY ON DOWN STREAM
phonemes: bˈɔːɹn əpˌɑːn ðə ɹˈʌʃɪŋ, mˈʌdi wˈɔːɾɚz ʌvðə fɹˈɛʃɪt hiː sˈɔː ɐ lˈɔɡ, ænd əpˌɑːn ɪt wɜː θɹˈiː lˈɪɾəl wˈaɪt ɹˈæbɪts. ðeɪ wɜː klˈɪŋɪŋ fɹˈæntɪkli tə ðə lˈɔɡ, wˌɪtʃ kˈeɪm wˈɜːlɪŋ swˈɪftli ˌɔn dˌaʊn stɹˈiːm.