text_original: What had happened I could not think, nor where I was. It was pitch dark. I had been roused from sound sleep, as it semed, by someone falling over me, who was making vigorous efforts at my expense to regain a footing. I remonstrated.
text_transcription: WHAT HAD HAPPENED I COULD NOT THINK NOR WHERE I WAS IT WAS PITCH DARK I HAD BEEN ROUSED FROM SOUND SLEEP AS IT SEEMED BY SOME ONE FALLING OVER ME WHO WAS MAKING VIGOROUS EFFORTS AT MY EXPENSE TO REGAIN A FOOTING I REMONSTRATED
phonemes: wˌʌt hæd hˈæpənd aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt θˈɪŋk, nˈɔːɹ wˈɛɹ aɪ wʌz. ɪt wʌz pˈɪtʃ dˈɑːɹk. aɪ hɐdbɪn ɹˈaʊzd fɹʌm sˈaʊnd slˈiːp, æz ɪt sˈiːmd, baɪ sˈʌmwʌn fˈɔːlɪŋ ˈoʊvɚ mˌiː, hˌuː wʌz mˌeɪkɪŋ vˈɪɡɚɹəs ˈɛfɚts æt maɪ ɛkspˈɛns tə ɹᵻɡˈeɪn ɐ fˈʊɾɪŋ. aɪ ɹˈɛmənstɹˌeɪɾᵻd.