text_original: On and on, the raging flood bore baby and puss, until dark night came down. For hours more they drifted until, happily, the cradle was swept into an eddy in front of a village. There it spun round and round, and might soon have been borne into the greater flood, which seemed to roar louder as the waters rose.
text_transcription: ON AND ON THE RAGING FLOOD BORE BABY AND PUSS UNTIL DARK NIGHT CAME DOWN FOR HOURS MORE THEY DRIFTED UNTIL HAPPILY THE CRADLE WAS SWEPT INTO AN EDDY IN FRONT OF A VILLAGE THERE IT SPUN ROUND AND ROUND AND MIGHT SOON HAVE BEEN BORNE INTO THE GREATER FLOOD WHICH SEEMED TO ROAR LOUDER AS THE WATERS ROSE
phonemes: ˌɔn ænd ˈɔn, ðə ɹˈeɪdʒɪŋ flˈʌd bˈɔːɹ bˈeɪbi ænd pˈʊs, ʌntˈɪl dˈɑːɹk nˈaɪt kˈeɪm dˈaʊn. fɔːɹ ˈaʊɚz mˈɔːɹ ðeɪ dɹˈɪftᵻd ʌntˈɪl, hˈæpɪli, ðə kɹˈeɪdəl wʌz swˈɛpt ˌɪntʊ ɐn ˈɛdi ɪn fɹˈʌnt əvə vˈɪlɪdʒ. ðɛɹ ɪt spˈʌn ɹˈaʊnd ænd ɹˈaʊnd, ænd mˌaɪt sˈuːn hɐvbɪn bˈɔːɹn ˌɪntʊ ðə ɡɹˈeɪɾɚ flˈʌd, wˌɪtʃ sˈiːmd tə ɹˈɔːɹ lˈaʊdɚɹ æz ðə wˈɔːɾɚz ɹˈoʊz.