text_original: There is what will make us handkerchiefs and shirts! Ha, ha, Mr Spilett, what do you say to an island where shirts grow on the trees?" It was certainly a lucky circumstance for the settlers in Lincoln Island that the balloon, after having made its last bound into the air, had fallen on the island and thus given them the opportunity of finding it again, whether they kept the case under its present form, or whether they wished to attempt another escape by it, or whether they usefully employed the several hundred yards of cotton, which was of fine quality.
text_transcription: THERE IS WHAT WILL MAKE US HANDKERCHIEFS AND SHIRTS HA HA MISTER SPILETT WHAT DO YOU SAY TO AN ISLAND WHERE SHIRTS GROW ON TREES IT WAS CERTAINLY A LUCKY CIRCUMSTANCE FOR THE SETTLERS IN THE CAN ISLAND OF THE BALLOON AFTER HAVING MADE FLASS BOUND INTO THE AIR HAD FALLEN ON THE ISLAND AND THUS GIVEN THEM THE OPPORTUNITY OF FINDING IT AGAIN WHETHER THEY KEPT THE CASE UNDER ITS PRESENT FORM OR WHETHER THEY WISHED TO ATTEMPT ANOTHER ESCAPE BY IT OR WHETHER THEY USEFULLY EMPLOYED THE SEVERAL HUNDRED YARDS OF COTTON WHICH WAS OF FINE QUALITY
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪz wʌt wɪl mˌeɪk ˌʌs hˈændkɚtʃˌiːfs ænd ʃˈɜːts! hˈɑː, hˈɑː, mˈɪstɚ spˈaɪlət, wˌʌt dˈuː juː sˈeɪ tʊ ɐn ˈaɪlənd wˌɛɹ ʃˈɜːts ɡɹˈoʊ ɔnðə tɹˈiːz?" ɪt wʌz sˈɜːʔn̩li ɐ lˈʌki sˈɜːkəmstˌæns fɚðə sˈɛtlɚz ɪn lˈɪŋkən ˈaɪlənd ðætðə bəlˈuːn, ˈæftɚ hˌævɪŋ mˌeɪd ɪts lˈæst bˈaʊnd ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈɛɹ, hæd fˈɔːlən ɔnðɪ ˈaɪlənd ænd ðˈʌs ɡˈɪvən ðˌɛm ðɪ ɑːpɚtˈuːnᵻɾi ʌv fˈaɪndɪŋ ɪɾ ɐɡˈɛn, wˈɛðɚ ðeɪ kˈɛpt ðə kˈeɪs ˌʌndɚɹ ɪts pɹˈɛzənt fˈɔːɹm, ɔːɹ wˈɛðɚ ðeɪ wˈɪʃt tʊ ɐtˈɛmpt ɐnˈʌðɚɹ ɛskˈeɪp baɪ ɪt, ɔːɹ wˈɛðɚ ðeɪ jˈuːzfəli ɛmplˈɔɪd ðə sˈɛvɹəl hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɑːɹdz ʌv kˈɑːʔn̩, wˌɪtʃ wʌz ʌv fˈaɪn kwˈɔlᵻɾi.