text_original: Elizabeth carried her camphor bottle as coolly as if mobs and public meetings were things of every day life, while Mrs. Hyke, a Kew England woman, held my arm, saying: " We '11 have a nice time in the river together, for I am going in with you. They can't separate ns."
text_transcription: ELIZABETH CARRIED HER CAMPHOR BOTTLE AS COOLLY AS IF MOBS AND PUBLIC MEETINGS WERE THINGS OF EVERY DAY LIFE WHILE MISSUS HIKE A NEW ENGLAND WOMAN HELD MY ARM SAYING WE'LL HAVE A NICE TIME IN THE RIVER TOGETHER FOR I'M GOING IN WITH YOU THEY CAN'T SEPARATE US
phonemes: ᵻlˈɪzəbəθ kˈæɹid hɜː kˈæmfɚ bˈɑːɾəl æz kˈuːli æz ɪf mˈɑːbz ænd pˈʌblɪk mˈiːɾɪŋz wɜː θˈɪŋz ʌv ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ lˈaɪf, wˌaɪl mˈɪsɪz. hˈaɪk, ɐ kjˈuː ˈɪŋɡlənd wˈʊmən, hˈɛld maɪ ˈɑːɹm, sˈeɪɪŋ: " wiː ɪlˈɛvən hæv ɐ nˈaɪs tˈaɪm ɪnðə ɹˈɪvɚ təɡˈɛðɚ, fɔːɹ aɪɐm ɡˈoʊɪŋ ɪn wɪð juː. ðeɪ kˈænt sˈɛpɚɹˌeɪt ˌɛnˈɛs."