text_original: Reaching the bank, he threw off his wooden klomps, plunged into the boiling waters, and, seizing the cradle, towed it ashore. Then he woke up his mother and showed her his prize. The way that baby laughed and crowed, and patted the horn of milk, and kicked up its toes in delight over the warm milk, which was brought, was a joy to see.
text_transcription: REACHING THE BANK HE THREW OFF HIS WOODEN CLUMPS PLUNGED INTO THE BOILING WATERS AND SEIZING THE CRADLE TOWED IT ASHORE THEN HE WOKE UP HIS MOTHER AND SHOWED HER HIS PRIZE THE WAY THAT BABY LAUGHED AND CROWED AND PATTED THE HORN OF MILK AND KICKED UP ITS TOES IN DELIGHT OVER THE WARM MILK WHICH WAS BROUGHT WAS A JOY TO SEE
phonemes: ɹˈiːtʃɪŋ ðə bˈæŋk, hiː θɹˈuː ˈɔf hɪz wˈʊdən klˈɑːmps, plˈʌndʒd ˌɪntʊ ðə bˈɔɪlɪŋ wˈɔːɾɚz, ænd, sˈiːzɪŋ ðə kɹˈeɪdəl, tˈoʊd ɪɾ ɐʃˈɔːɹ. ðˈɛn hiː wˈoʊk ˌʌp hɪz mˈʌðɚ ænd ʃˈoʊd hɜː hɪz pɹˈaɪz. ðə wˈeɪ ðæt bˈeɪbi lˈæft ænd kɹˈoʊd, ænd pˈæɾᵻd ðə hˈɔːɹn ʌv mˈɪlk, ænd kˈɪkt ˌʌp ɪts tˈoʊz ɪn dᵻlˈaɪt ˌoʊvɚ ðə wˈɔːɹm mˈɪlk, wˌɪtʃ wʌz bɹˈɔːt, wʌzɐ dʒˈɔɪ tə sˈiː.