text_original: To still another minister he went, but " as we were walking together in his garden, the alley being narrow, I chanced, in turning, to set my foot on the side of a bed, at which the man was in a rage as if his house had been on fire."
text_transcription: TO STILL ANOTHER MINISTER HE WENT BUT AS WE WERE WALKING TOGETHER IN HIS GARDEN THE ALLEY BECAME NARROW I CHANCED IN TURNING TO SET MY FOOT ON THE SIDE OF A BED AT WHICH THE MAN WAS IN A RAGE AS IF HIS HOUSE HAD BEEN ON FIRE
phonemes: tə stˈɪl ɐnˈʌðɚ mˈɪnɪstɚ hiː wˈɛnt, bˌʌt " æz wiː wɜː wˈɔːkɪŋ təɡˌɛðɚɹ ɪn hɪz ɡˈɑːɹdən, ðɪ ˈæli bˌiːɪŋ nˈæɹoʊ, aɪ tʃˈænst, ɪn tˈɜːnɪŋ, tə sˈɛt maɪ fˈʊt ɔnðə sˈaɪd əvə bˈɛd, æt wˌɪtʃ ðə mˈæn wʌz ɪn ɐ ɹˈeɪdʒ æz ɪf hɪz hˈaʊs hɐdbɪn ˌɔn fˈaɪɚ."