text_original: When we had rowed a little further, we discerned it to be a man riding upon a hencoop, who, seeing us approach, pronounced with a hoarse voice, "D—n your bloods! why did you not answer when I hailed?"
text_transcription: WHEN WE HAD ROWED A LITTLE FURTHER WE DISCERNED IT TO BE A MAN RIDING UPON A HEN COOP WHO SEEING US APPROACH PRONOUNCED WITH A HOARSE VOICE DAMN YOUR BLOODS WHY DID YOU NOT ANSWER WHEN I HAILED
phonemes: wˌɛn wiː hæd ɹˈoʊd ɐ lˈɪɾəl fˈɜːðɚ, wiː dɪsˈɜːnd ɪt təbi ɐ mˈæn ɹˈaɪdɪŋ əpˌɑːn ɐ hˈɛŋkuːp, hˈuː, sˈiːɪŋ ˌʌs ɐpɹˈoʊtʃ, pɹənˈaʊnst wɪð ɐ hˈɔːɹs vˈɔɪs, "dˈiː—ˈɛn jʊɹ blˈʌdz! wˌaɪ dˈɪd juː nˌɑːt ˈænsɚ wɛn aɪ hˈeɪld?"