text_original: Tom loose! Tom free! ISTow some one would be murdered. I tu rned to look, and there on a log not a rod from me, he stood with head erect and tail drooping, his white throat, jaws and broken chain, dripping with blood, and with my first thankfulness that he had not escaped, came admiration for the splendid sight: the bold, sweeping curves and graceful motion as he turned his head to listen.
text_transcription: TOM LOOSE TOM FREE NOW SOME ONE WOULD BE MURDERED I TURNED TO LOOK AND THERE ON A LOG NOT A ROD FROM ME HE STOOD WITH HEAD ERECT AND TAIL DROOPING HIS WHITE THROAT JAWS AND BROKEN CHAIN DRIPPING WITH BLOOD AND WITH MY FIRST THANKFULNESS THAT HE HAD NOT ESCAPED CAME ADMIRATION FOR THE SPLENDID SIGHT THE BOLD SWEEPING CURVES AND GRACEFUL MOTION AS HE TURNED HIS HEAD TO LISTEN
phonemes: tˈɑːm lˈuːs! tˈɑːm fɹˈiː! ɪz tˈoʊ sˈʌmwʌn wʊd biː mˈɜːdɚd. aɪ tˈuː ˈɑːɹnˈɛd tə lˈʊk, ænd ðɛɹ ˌɔn ɐ lˈɔɡ nˌɑːɾɚ ɹˈɑːd fɹʌm mˌiː, hiː stˈʊd wɪð hˈɛd ɪɹˈɛkt ænd tˈeɪl dɹˈuːpɪŋ, hɪz wˈaɪt θɹˈoʊt, dʒˈɔːz ænd bɹˈoʊkən tʃˈeɪn, dɹˈɪpɪŋ wɪð blˈʌd, ænd wɪð maɪ fˈɜːst θˈæŋkfəlnəs ðæt hiː hæd nˌɑːt ɛskˈeɪpt, kˈeɪm ˌædmɚɹˈeɪʃən fɚðə splˈɛndɪd sˈaɪt: ðə bˈoʊld, swˈiːpɪŋ kˈɜːvz ænd ɡɹˈeɪsfəl mˈoʊʃən æz hiː tˈɜːnd hɪz hˈɛd tə lˈɪsən.