text_original: Very well; the hunter was willing. So he shouldered the gun and off he tramped alongside of the other. Presently they came to seven mill wheels, and the sails were turning merrily, and yet there was not a breath of wind stirring.
text_transcription: VERY WELL THE HUNTER WAS WILLING SO HE SHOULDERED THE GUN AND OFF HE TRAMPED ALONGSIDE OF THE OTHER PRESENTLY THEY CAME TO SEVEN MILL WHEELS AND THE SAILS WERE TURNING MERRILY AND YET THERE WAS NOT A BREATH OF WIND STIRRING
phonemes: vˈɛɹi wˈɛl; ðə hˈʌntɚ wʌz wˈɪlɪŋ. sˌoʊ hiː ʃˈoʊldɚd ðə ɡˈʌn ænd ˈɔf hiː tɹˈæmpt ɐlˈɔŋsaɪd ʌvðɪ ˈʌðɚ. pɹˈɛzəntli ðeɪ kˈeɪm tə sˈɛvən mˈɪl wˈiːlz, ænd ðə sˈeɪlz wɜː tˈɜːnɪŋ mˈɛɹili, ænd jˈɛt ðɛɹwˌʌz nˌɑːɾə bɹˈɛθ ʌv wˈɪnd stˈɜːɹɪŋ.