text_original: "A wiser man than I must tell you that; look forward Mr. Cringle  look there; what do your books say to that?" I looked forth, and saw at the extreme end of the jib boom, what I have read of, certainly, but never expected to see, a pale, greenish, glow worm colored flame, of the size and shape of the frosted glass shade over the swinging lamp in the gun room.
text_transcription: A WISER MAN THAN I MUST TELL YOU THAT LOOK FORWARD MISTER CRINGLE LOOK THERE WHAT DO YOUR BOOKS SAY TO THAT I LOOKED FORTH AND SAW AT THE EXTREME END OF THE JIB BOOM WHAT I HAD READ OF CERTAINLY BUT NEVER EXPEC TO SEE A PALE TOM GRINGLE'S LOG GREENISH GLOW WORM COLOURED FLAME OF THE SIZE AND SHAPE OF THE FROSTED GLASS SHADE OVER THE SWINGING LAMP IN THE GUN ROOM
phonemes: "ɐ wˈaɪzɚ mˈæn ðɐn aɪ mˈʌst tˈɛl juː ðˈæt; lˈʊk fˈɔːɹwɚd mˈɪstɚ. kɹˈɪŋɡəl lˈʊk ðˈɛɹ; wˌʌt dˈuː jʊɹ bˈʊks sˈeɪ tə ðˈæt?" aɪ lˈʊkt fˈɔːɹθ, ænd sˈɔː æt ðɪ ɛkstɹˈiːm ˈɛnd ʌvðə dʒˈɪb bˈuːm, wˌʌt aɪ hæv ɹˈɛd ʌv, sˈɜːʔn̩li, bˌʌt nˈɛvɚɹ ɛkspˈɛktᵻd tə sˈiː, ɐ pˈeɪl, ɡɹˈiːnɪʃ, ɡlˈoʊ wˈɜːm kˈʌlɚd flˈeɪm, ʌvðə sˈaɪz ænd ʃˈeɪp ʌvðə fɹˈɔstᵻd ɡlˈæs ʃˈeɪd ˌoʊvɚ ðə swˈɪŋɪŋ lˈæmp ɪnðə ɡˈʌn ɹˈuːm.