text_original: I found the child quite warm and nice, though overwhelmed with weight of sleep; and setting her crosswise on my shoulders, whence she slid down into my bosom, over the rocks I picked my way, by the light of the full clear moon, towards the old Sker Grange, which stands a little back from the ridge of beach, and on the edge of the sandhills.
text_transcription: I FOUND THE CHILD QUITE WARM AND NICE THOUGH OVERWHELMED WITH WEIGHT OF SLEEP AND SETTING HER CROSSWISE ON MY SHOULDERS WHENCE SHE SLID DOWN INTO MY BOSOM OVER THE ROCKS I PICKED MY WAY BY THE LIGHT OF THE FULL CLEAR MOON TOWARDS THE OLD SKUR GRANGE WHICH STANDS A LITTLE BACK FROM THE RIDGE OF BEACH AND ON THE EDGE OF THE SAND HILLS
phonemes: aɪ fˈaʊnd ðə tʃˈaɪld kwˈaɪt wˈɔːɹm ænd nˈaɪs, ðˌoʊ ˌoʊvɚwˈɛlmd wɪð wˈeɪt ʌv slˈiːp; ænd sˈɛɾɪŋ hɜː kɹˈɔswaɪz ˌɔn maɪ ʃˈoʊldɚz, wˈɛns ʃiː slˈɪd dˌaʊn ˌɪntʊ maɪ bˈʊzəm, ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɹˈɑːks aɪ pˈɪkt maɪ wˈeɪ, baɪ ðə lˈaɪt ʌvðə fˈʊl klˈɪɹ mˈuːn, təwˈɔːɹdz ðɪ ˈoʊld skˈɜː ɡɹˈeɪndʒ, wˌɪtʃ stˈændz ɐ lˈɪɾəl bˈæk fɹʌmðə ɹˈɪdʒ ʌv bˈiːtʃ, ænd ɔnðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə sˈændhɪlz.