text_original: Mrs. Babbitt thought that personal appeals might bring citizens to the rescue, and in an interval of black darkness between lightning fiashes, escaped through a back cellar way, and had almost reached the shelter of a cornfield adjoining the garden, when the lightning revealed her and three men started in pursuit. It was two months before the birth of one of her chil  dren, and Mr. Elliott, a neighbor who was hastening to the rescue, sav/ her danger and ran to engage her pursuers.
text_transcription: MISSUS BABBETT THOUGHT THAT PERSONAL APPEALS MIGHT BRING CITIZENS TO THE RESCUE AND IN AN INTERVAL OF BLACKNESS BETWEEN LIGHTNING FLASHES ESCAPED THROUGH A BACK CELLAR WAY AND HAD ALMOST REACHED THE SHELTER OF A CORNFIELD ADJOINING THE GARDEN WHEN THE LIGHTNING REVEALED HER AND THREE MEN STARTED IN PURSUIT IT WAS TWO MONTHS BEFORE THE BIRTH OF ONE OF HER CHILDREN AND MISTER ELIOT A NEIGHBOR WHO WAS HASTENING TO THE RESCUE SAW HER DANGER AND RAN TO ENGAGE HER PURSUERS
phonemes: mˈɪsɪz. bˈæbɪt θˈɔːt ðæt pˈɜːsənəl ɐpˈiːlz mˌaɪt bɹˈɪŋ sˈɪɾɪzənz tə ðə ɹˈɛskjuː, ænd ɪn ɐn ˈɪntɚvəl ʌv blˈæk dˈɑːɹknəs bᵻtwˌiːn lˈaɪtnɪŋ fˈaɪəʃᵻz, ɛskˈeɪpt θɹuː ɐ bˈæk sˈɛlɚ wˈeɪ, ænd hæd ˈɔːlmoʊst ɹˈiːtʃt ðə ʃˈɛltɚɹ əvə kˈɔːɹnfiːld ɐdʒˈɔɪnɪŋ ðə ɡˈɑːɹdən, wˌɛn ðə lˈaɪtnɪŋ ɹᵻvˈiːld hɜː ænd θɹˈiː mˈɛn stˈɑːɹɾᵻd ɪn pɚsˈuːt. ɪt wʌz tˈuː mˈʌnθs bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə bˈɜːθ ʌv wˈʌn ʌv hɜː tʃˈɪl dɹˈɛn, ænd mˈɪstɚ. ˈɛlɪət, ɐ nˈeɪbɚ hˌuː wʌz hˈeɪsənɪŋ tə ðə ɹˈɛskjuː, sˈæv slˈæʃ hɜː dˈeɪndʒɚ ænd ɹˈæn tʊ ɛŋɡˈeɪdʒ hɜː pɚsˈuːɚz.