text_original: The other day I thought I was picking hawthorn there, and I gathered mandrake instead, which began to bleed and shriek, and nearly drove me mad." 204 HANS OF ICELAND. The young miner laughed. " Xeaiiy, Kenuybol ? For my part, I think that the mandrake's shriek produced its full effect upon your feeble brains."
text_transcription: THE OTHER DAY I THOUGHT I WAS PICKING HAWTHORN THERE AND I GATHERED MANDRA AGAINST THAT WHICH BEGAN TO BLEED AND SHRIEK AND NEARLY DROVE ME MAD THE YOUNG MINER LAUGHED NEARLY CANNIBAL FOR MY PART I THINK THAT THE MANDRAKE'S SHRIEK PRODUCED ITS FULL EFFECT UPON YOUR FEEBLE BRAINS
phonemes: ðɪ ˈʌðɚ dˈeɪ aɪ θˈɔːt aɪ wʌz pˈɪkɪŋ hˈɔːθɔːɹn ðˈɛɹ, ænd aɪ ɡˈæðɚd mˈændɹeɪk ɪnstˈɛd, wˌɪtʃ bɪɡˈæn tə blˈiːd ænd ʃɹˈiːk, ænd nˌɪɹli dɹˈoʊv mˌiː mˈæd." tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹ hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. ðə jˈʌŋ mˈaɪnɚ lˈæft. " zˈiːɪˌɪi, kˈɛnaɪbˌɑːl ? fɔːɹ maɪ pˈɑːɹt, aɪ θˈɪŋk ðætðə mˈændɹeɪkz ʃɹˈiːk pɹədˈuːst ɪts fˈʊl ɪfˈɛkt əpˌɑːn jʊɹ fˈiːbəl bɹˈeɪnz."