text_original: "Our boat?" murmured the engineer. Pencroft was right. It was indeed the canoe, of which the rope had undoubtedly broken, and which had come alone from the sources of the Mercy.
text_transcription: OUR BOAT MURMURED THE ENGINEER PENCROFT WAS RIGHT IT WAS INDEED THE CANOE FOR WHICH THE ROPE HAD UNDOUBTEDLY BROKEN AND WHICH HAD COME ALONE FROM THE SOURCES OF THE MERCY
phonemes: "ˌaʊɚ bˈoʊt?" mˈɜːmɚd ðɪ ˌɛndʒɪnˈɪɹ. pˈɛŋkɹɔft wʌz ɹˈaɪt. ɪt wʌz ˌɪndˈiːd ðə kənˈuː, ʌvwˈɪtʃ ðə ɹˈoʊp hæd ʌndˈaʊɾᵻdli bɹˈoʊkən, ænd wˌɪtʃ hæd kˈʌm ɐlˈoʊn fɹʌmðə sˈɔːɹsᵻz ʌvðə mˈɜːsi.