text_original: "One day," says Bougainville, "when I was at the edge of the forest, I wounded a monkey who had ventured forth for a stroll in the sunshine. He hid his face in his hands and sent forth such piteous groans that more than thirty of his tribe were about him in a moment.
text_transcription: ONE DAY SAYS BOGUNVILLE WHEN I WAS AT THE EDGE OF THE FOREST I WOUNDED A MONKEY WHO HAD VENTURED FORTH FOR A STROLL IN THE SUNSHINE HE HID HIS FACE IN HIS HANDS AND SENT FORTH SUCH PITEOUS GROANS THAT MORE THAN THIRTY OF HIS TRIPE WERE ABOUT HIM IN A MOMENT
phonemes: "wˈʌn dˈeɪ," sˈɛz bˈaʊɡeɪnvˌɪl, "wˌɛn aɪ wʌz æt ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə fˈɔːɹɪst, aɪ wˈuːndᵻd ɐ mˈʌŋki hˌuː hæd vˈɛntʃɚd fˈɔːɹθ fɚɹə stɹˈoʊl ɪnðə sˈʌnʃaɪn. hiː hˈɪd hɪz fˈeɪs ɪn hɪz hˈændz ænd sˈɛnt fˈɔːɹθ sˈʌtʃ pˈɪɾiəs ɡɹˈoʊnz ðæt mˈɔːɹ ðɐn θˈɜːɾi ʌv hɪz tɹˈaɪb wɜːɹ ɐbˌaʊt hˌɪm ɪn ɐ mˈoʊmənt.