text_original: The day after the Stearns House meeting, I was thought to be dying. All that medical skill and lov  ing hands could do was done to draw me from the dark valley into which I seemed to have passed; wh.ile those men who had planted themselves and their rifles between me and death by violence, came on tip toe to know if I yet lived.
text_transcription: THE DAY AFTER THE STEARNS HOUSE MEETING I WAS THOUGHT TO BE DYING ALL THAT MEDICAL SKILL IN LOVING HANDS COULD DO WAS DONE TO DRAW ME FROM THE DARK VALLEY INTO WHICH I SEEMED TO HAVE PASSED WHILE THOSE MEN WHO HAD PLANTED THEMSELVES AND THEIR RIFLES BETWEEN ME AND DEATH BY VIOLENCE CAME ON TIPTOE TO KNOW IF I YET LIVED
phonemes: ðə dˈeɪ ˈæftɚ ðə stˈɪɹnz hˈaʊs mˈiːɾɪŋ, aɪ wʌz θˈɔːt təbi dˈaɪɪŋ. ˈɔːl ðæt mˈɛdɪkəl skˈɪl ænd lˈʌv ˈɪŋ hˈændz kʊd dˈuː wʌz dˈʌn tə dɹˈɔː mˌiː fɹʌmðə dˈɑːɹk vˈæli ˌɪntʊ wˌɪtʃ aɪ sˈiːmd tə hæv pˈæst; dˌʌbəljˌuːˈeɪtʃ.ˈaɪl ðoʊz mˈɛn hˌuː hæd plˈæntᵻd ðɛmsˈɛlvz ænd ðɛɹ ɹˈaɪfəlz bᵻtwˌiːn mˌiː ænd dˈɛθ baɪ vˈaɪələns, kˈeɪm ˌɔn tˈɪp tˈoʊ tə nˈoʊ ɪf aɪ jˈɛt lˈɪvd.