text_original: She, too, was still and cold in the last sleep of death, but by a strange mischance of war, a baby lay unharmed in the young mother's arms. Unattended, uncomforted and cold, it had lain there for hours; yet it lived, and as the boys entered sent up a feeble wail.
text_transcription: SHE TOO WAS STILL AND COLD IN THE LAST SLEEP OF DEATH BUT BY A STRANGE MISCHANCE OF WAR A BABY LAY UNHARMED IN THE YOUNG MOTHER'S ARMS UNATTENDED UNCOMFORTED AND COLD IT HAD LAIN THERE FOR HOURS YET IT LIVED AND AS THE BOYS ENTERED SENT UP A FEEBLE WAIL
phonemes: ʃiː, tˈuː, wʌz stˈɪl ænd kˈoʊld ɪnðə lˈæst slˈiːp ʌv dˈɛθ, bˌʌt baɪ ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ mɪstʃˈæns ʌv wˈɔːɹ, ɐ bˈeɪbi lˈeɪ ʌnhˈɑːɹmd ɪnðə jˈʌŋ mˈʌðɚz ˈɑːɹmz. ʌnɐtˈɛndᵻd, ʌŋkˈʌmfɚɾᵻd ænd kˈoʊld, ɪt hæd lˈeɪn ðɛɹ fɔːɹ ˈaʊɚz; jˈɛt ɪt lˈɪvd, ænd æz ðə bˈɔɪz ˈɛntɚd sˈɛnt ˌʌp ɐ fˈiːbəl wˈeɪl.