text_original: It was something to do and they bent to the chase like young hounds on a fresh fox trail. Rather to their disappointment, the tracks did not double or disappear here and there. They led directly down the street. As they followed, a faint cry sounded. The boys stopped, startled. "What's that?" whispered one.
text_transcription: IT WAS SOMETHING TO DO AND THEY BENT TO THE CHASE LIKE YOUNG HOUNDS ON A FRESH FOX TRAIL RATHER TO THEIR DISAPPOINTMENT THE TRACKS DID NOT DOUBLE OR DISAPPEAR HERE AND THERE THEY LED DIRECTLY DOWN THE STREET AS THEY FOLLOWED A FAINT CRY SOUNDED THE BOYS STOPPED STARTLED WHAT'S THAT WHISPERED ONE
phonemes: ɪt wʌz sˈʌmθɪŋ tə dˈuː ænd ðeɪ bˈɛnt tə ðə tʃˈeɪs lˈaɪk jˈʌŋ hˈaʊndz ˌɔn ɐ fɹˈɛʃ fˈɑːks tɹˈeɪl. ɹˈæðɚ tə ðɛɹ dˌɪsɐpˈɔɪntmənt, ðə tɹˈæks dɪdnˌɑːt dˈʌbəl ɔːɹ dˌɪsɐpˈɪɹ hˈɪɹ ɐnd ðˈɛɹ. ðeɪ lˈɛd dᵻɹˈɛktli dˌaʊn ðə stɹˈiːt. æz ðeɪ fˈɑːloʊd, ɐ fˈeɪnt kɹˈaɪ sˈaʊndᵻd. ðə bˈɔɪz stˈɑːpt, stˈɑːɹɾəld. "wˌʌts ðˈæt?" wˈɪspɚd wˌʌn.