text_original: Reaching Stabiae, he found a friend in great fear, preparing for flight, and waiting for a change of wind. Pliny ordered baths, and sat calmly down to supper, assuring his friend that the lurid flames on the mountain sides were but villages fired by the heated stones.
text_transcription: REACHING STABIAE HE FOUND A FRIEND IN GREAT FEAR PREPARING FOR FLIGHT AND WAITING FOR A CHANGE OF WIND PLENTY ORDERED BATHS AND SAT CALMLY DOWN TO SUPPER ASSURING HIS FRIEND THAT THE LURID FLAMES ON THE MOUNTAIN  WERE BUT VILLAGES FIRED BY THE HEATED STONES
phonemes: ɹˈiːtʃɪŋ stˈæbɪˌiː, hiː fˈaʊnd ɐ fɹˈɛnd ɪn ɡɹˈeɪt fˈɪɹ, pɹɪpˈɛɹɪŋ fɔːɹ flˈaɪt, ænd wˈeɪɾɪŋ fɚɹə tʃˈeɪndʒ ʌv wˈɪnd. plˈaɪni ˈɔːɹdɚd bˈæθs, ænd sˈæt kˈɑːmli dˌaʊn tə sˈʌpɚ, əʃˈʊɹɹɪŋ hɪz fɹˈɛnd ðætðə lˈʊɹɹɪd flˈeɪmz ɔnðə mˈaʊntɪn sˈaɪdz wɜː bˌʌt vˈɪlɪdʒᵻz fˈaɪɚd baɪ ðə hˈiːɾᵻd stˈoʊnz.