text_original: Nothing in the shape of game is seen; a brown wood owl, indeed, flitting from an ivied oak tree, is immediately christened a woodcock by some imag  inative person, and is brought down, amidst shouts of laughter, by a short sighted gentleman, who holds up his eye glass in explanation of his mistake.
text_transcription: NOTHING IN THE SHAPE OF GAME IS SEEN A BROWN WOOD OWL INDEED FLITTING FROM AN IVIED OAK TREE IS IMMEDIATELY CHRISTENED A WOODCOCK BY SOME IMAGINATIVE PERSON AND IS BROUGHT DOWN AMIDST SHOUTS OF LAUGHTER BY A SHORT SIGHTED GENTLEMAN WHO HOLDS UP HIS EYE GLASS IN EXPLANATION OF HIS MISTAKE
phonemes: nˈʌθɪŋ ɪnðə ʃˈeɪp ʌv ɡˈeɪm ɪz sˈiːn; ɐ bɹˈaʊn wˈʊd ˈaʊl, ˌɪndˈiːd, flˈɪɾɪŋ fɹʌm ɐn ˈaɪvid ˈoʊk tɹˈiː, ɪz ɪmˈiːdɪətli kɹˈɪsənd ɐ wˈʊdkɑːk baɪ sˌʌm ɪmˈæɡ ɪnˈæɾɪv pˈɜːsən, ænd ɪz bɹˈɔːt dˈaʊn, ɐmˈɪdst ʃˈaʊts ʌv lˈæftɚ, baɪ ɐ ʃˈɔːɹt sˈaɪɾᵻd dʒˈɛntəlmən, hˌuː hˈoʊldz ˌʌp hɪz ˈaɪ ɡlˈæs ɪn ɛksplɐnˈeɪʃən ʌv hɪz mɪstˈeɪk.