text_original: The little man turned to the corpse, folded his arms, and said in a hollow voice : " He is right. These miserable 70 HANS OF ICELAND. miners are like the eider cluck ; l their nests are made for them, but their down is plucked from them."
text_transcription: THE LITTLE MAN TURNED TO THE CORPSE FOLDED HIS ARMS AND SAID IN A HOLLOW VOICE HE IS RIGHT THESE MISERABLE MINERS ARE LIKE THE IDA DUCK THEIR NESTS ARE MADE FOR THEM BUT THEIR DOWN IS PLUCKED FROM THEM
phonemes: ðə lˈɪɾəl mˈæn tˈɜːnd tə ðə kˈɔːɹps, fˈoʊldᵻd hɪz ˈɑːɹmz, ænd sˈɛd ɪn ɐ hˈɑːloʊ vˈɔɪs : " hiː ɪz ɹˈaɪt. ðiːz mˈɪzɹəbəl sˈɛvənti hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. mˈaɪnɚz ɑːɹ lˈaɪk ðɪ ˈaɪdɚ klˈʌk ; ˈɛl ðɛɹ nˈɛsts ɑːɹ mˈeɪd fɔːɹ ðˌɛm, bˌʌt ðɛɹ dˌaʊn ɪz plˈʌkt fɹʌm ðˌɛm."