text_original: Cyrus Harding and Spilett, seated on the bank, waited till their companions were ready for their help, whilst Herbert roamed about, though without going to any distance. All at once, the lad, who had strolled by the river, came running back, and, pointing up the Mercy, exclaimed,   "What is floating there?"
text_transcription: CYRUS HARD AGAIN SPILETT SEATED ON THE BANK WAITED TILL THEIR COMPANIONS WERE READY FOR THEIR HELP WHILST HERBERT ROAMED ABOUT THOUGH WITHOUT GOING TO ANY DISTANCE ALL AT ONCE THE LAD WHO HAD STROLLED BY THE RIVER CAME RUNNING BACK AND POINTING UP THE MERCY EXCLAIMED WHAT IS FLOATING THERE
phonemes: sˈaɪɹəs hˈɑːɹdɪŋ ænd spˈaɪlət, sˈiːɾᵻd ɔnðə bˈæŋk, wˈeɪɾᵻd tˈɪl ðɛɹ kəmpˈæniənz wɜː ɹˈɛdi fɔːɹ ðɛɹ hˈɛlp, wˌaɪlst hˈɜːbɚt ɹˈoʊmd ɐbˈaʊt, ðˌoʊ wɪðˌaʊt ɡˌoʊɪŋ tʊ ˌɛni dˈɪstəns. ˈɔːl ɐtwˈʌns, ðə lˈæd, hˌuː hæd stɹˈoʊld baɪ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ, kˈeɪm ɹˈʌnɪŋ bˈæk, ænd, pˈɔɪntɪŋ ˌʌp ðə mˈɜːsi, ɛksklˈeɪmd,   "wˌʌt ɪz flˈoʊɾɪŋ ðˈɛɹ?"