text_original: One Sabbath morning a whole flock of coots swam into the mouth of the brook to drink; 'twas a superb chance for a shot. Ben, without a moment's hesitation, took down his gun from the hook, and was just going out the door when Sally laid her hand on his arm.
text_transcription: ONE SABBATH MORNING A WHOLE FLOCK OF COOTS SWAM INTO THE MOUTH OF THE BROOK TO DRINK TWAS A SUPERB CHANCE FOR A SHOT BEN WITHOUT A MOMENT'S HESITATION TOOK DOWN HIS GUN FROM THE HOOK AND WAS JUST GOING OUT THE DOOR WHEN SALLIE LAID HER HAND ON HIS ARM
phonemes: wˈʌn sˈæbəθ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ɐ hˈoʊl flˈɑːk ʌv kˈuːts swˈæm ˌɪntʊ ðə mˈaʊθ ʌvðə bɹˈʊk tə dɹˈɪŋk; twˈɑːz ɐ suːpˈɜːb tʃˈæns fɚɹə ʃˈɑːt. bˈɛn, wɪðˌaʊt ɐ mˈoʊmənts hˌɛzɪtˈeɪʃən, tˈʊk dˌaʊn hɪz ɡˈʌn fɹʌmðə hˈʊk, ænd wʌz dʒˈʌst ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˈaʊt ðə dˈɔːɹ wɛn sˈæli lˈeɪd hɜː hˈænd ˌɔn hɪz ˈɑːɹm.