text_original: I have since been told that I babbled incoherently about "saving the little fellow" and other equally incomprehensible murmurings. From them I learned that the train the other way was washed out, a tangled mass of wreckage just like my car, both terminus stations wrecked utterly, and no one found alive except myself.
text_transcription: I HAVE SINCE BEEN TOLD THAT I BABBLED INCOHERENTLY ABOUT SAVING THE LITTLE FELLOW AND OTHER EQUALLY INCOMPREHENSIBLE MURMURINGS FROM THEM I LEARNED THAT THE TRAIN THE OTHER WAY WAS WASHED OUT A TANGLED MASS OF WRECKAGE JUST LIKE MY CAR BOTH TERMINISTATIONS WRECKED UTTERLY AND NO ONE FOUND ALIVE EXCEPT MYSELF
phonemes: aɪ hæv sˈɪns bˌɪn tˈoʊld ðæt aɪ bˈæbəld ɪŋkoʊhˈɪɹəntli ɐbˈaʊt "sˈeɪvɪŋ ðə lˈɪɾəl fˈɛloʊ" ænd ˈʌðɚɹ ˈiːkwəli ɪŋkˌɑːmpɹihˈɛnsᵻbəl mˈɜːmɚɹɪŋz. fɹʌm ðˌɛm aɪ lˈɜːnd ðætðə tɹˈeɪn ðɪ ˈʌðɚ wˈeɪ wʌz wˈɑːʃt ˈaʊt, ɐ tˈæŋɡəld mˈæs ʌv ɹˈɛkɪdʒ dʒˈʌst lˈaɪk maɪ kˈɑːɹ, bˈoʊθ tˈɜːmɪnəs stˈeɪʃənz ɹˈɛkt ˈʌɾɚli, ænd nˈoʊwˈʌn fˈaʊnd ɐlˈaɪv ɛksˈɛpt maɪsˈɛlf.