text_original: " Good lady," said the younger of the new comers, " the rain falls in floods ; you have a roof, and we have gold." His aged comrade plucked him by the cloak, whispering, " Oh, master, what are you saying ? If this be not the 136 IIAKS OF ICELAND. abode of the Devil, it is the habitation of some robber. Our money, instead of protecting us, will be our ruin."
text_transcription: GOOD LADY SAID THE YOUNGER OF THE NEWCOMERS THE RAIN FALLS IN FLOODS YOU HAVE A ROOF AND WE HAVE GOLD HIS AGED COMRADE PLUCKED HIM BY THE CLOAK WHISPERING OH MASTER WHAT ARE YOU SAYING IF THIS BE NOT THE ABODE OF THE DEVIL IT IS THE HABITATION OF SOME ROBBER OUR MONEY INSTEAD OF PROTECTING US WILL BE OUR RUIN
phonemes: " ɡˈʊd lˈeɪdi," sˈɛd ðə jˈʌŋɡɚɹ ʌvðə nˈuː kˈʌmɚz, " ðə ɹˈeɪn fˈɔːlz ɪn flˈʌdz ; juː hæv ɐ ɹˈuːf, ænd wiː hæv ɡˈoʊld." hɪz ˈeɪdʒd kˈɑːmɹæd plˈʌkt hˌɪm baɪ ðə klˈoʊk, wˈɪspɚɹɪŋ, " ˈoʊ, mˈæstɚ, wˌʌt ɑːɹ juː sˈeɪɪŋ ? ɪf ðɪs biː nˌɑːt ðə wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi sˈɪks ˈɪɪˌæks ʌv ˈaɪslənd. ɐbˈoʊd ʌvðə dˈɛvəl, ɪɾ ɪz ðə hˌæbɪtˈeɪʃən ʌv sˌʌm ɹˈɑːbɚ. ˌaʊɚ mˈʌni, ɪnstˈɛd ʌv pɹətˈɛktɪŋ ˌʌs, wɪl biː ˌaʊɚ ɹˈuːɪn."