text_original: It is strange how we all bury our hatchets in face of a common danger! It seemed almost death like for the moment, till, from the top of a larch, a chaffinch bubbled forth. At least there was one happy bird left.
text_transcription: IT IS STRANGE HOW WE ALL BURY OUR HATCHETS IN FACE OF A COMMON DANGER IT SEEMED ALMOST DEATHLIKE FOR THE MOMENT TILL FROM THE TOP OF A LARCH A CHAFFINCH BUBBLED FORTH AT LEAST THERE WAS ONE HAPPY BIRD LEFT
phonemes: ɪɾ ɪz stɹˈeɪndʒ hˌaʊ wiː ˈɔːl bˈɛɹi ˌaʊɚ hˈætʃɪts ɪn fˈeɪs əvə kˈɑːmən dˈeɪndʒɚ! ɪt sˈiːmd ˈɔːlmoʊst dˈɛθ lˈaɪk fɚðə mˈoʊmənt, tˈɪl, fɹʌmðə tˈɑːp əvə lˈɑːɹtʃ, ɐ tʃˈæfɪntʃ bˈʌbəld fˈɔːɹθ. æt lˈiːst ðɛɹwˌʌz wˈʌn hˈæpi bˈɜːd lˈɛft.