text_original: " God and my patron saint know," replied Guidon, "that one evening, just as I was pointing out the Thrond  lijem Spladgest to some sons of our good mother Norway, who were carrying thither the body of an officer found dead on Urchtal Sands, — this was about a week ago, — a young man stepped up to my boat.
text_transcription: GOD AND MY PATRON SAINT KNOW REPLIED GOLDEN THAT ONE EVENING JUST AS I WAS POINTING OUT THE TONTON'S PLEDGES TO SOME SONS OF OUR GOOD MOTHER NORWAY WHO WERE CARRYING THITHER THE BODY OF AN OFFICER FOUND DEAD ON ERCHT SANDS THIS WAS ABOUT A WEEK AGO A YOUNG MAN STEPPED UP TO MY BOAT
phonemes: " ɡˈɑːd ænd maɪ pˈeɪtɹən sˈeɪnt nˈoʊ," ɹᵻplˈaɪd ɡˈaɪdɑːn, "ðˈætwˌʌn ˈiːvnɪŋ, dʒˈʌst æz aɪ wʌz pˈɔɪntɪŋ ˈaʊt ðə θɹˈɑːnd lˈaɪdʒəm splˈædʒɪst tə sˌʌm sˈʌnz ʌv ˌaʊɚ ɡˈʊd mˈʌðɚ nˈɔːɹweɪ, hˌuː wɜː kˈæɹiɪŋ ðˈɪðɚ ðə bˈɑːdi əvən ˈɑːfɪsɚ fˈaʊnd dˈɛd ˌɔn ˈɜːtʃtəl sˈændz, — ðɪs wʌz ɐbˌaʊt ɐ wˈiːk ɐɡˈoʊ, — ɐ jˈʌŋ mˈæn stˈɛpt ˌʌp tə maɪ bˈoʊt.