text_original: Stumbling through the corn, he encoun  The Minnesota Dictator. 177 tered one and cudgeled him, but all were separated by the darkness. Mrs. Babbitt, however, succeeded in reaching the more thickly settled portion of the city, and the first man she called upon for help, replied: "You have made your bed — lie in it!" The sheriff came, with two or three men, and talked to the mob, which dispersed before daylight, with open threats to " have Babbitt's heart's blood," and for months his family lived in momentary apprehension of his murder.
text_transcription: STUMBLING THROUGH THE CORN HE ENCOUNTERED ONE AND CUDGELED HIM BUT ALL WERE SEPARATED BY THE DARKNESS MISSUS BABBETT HOWEVER SUCCEEDED IN REACHING THE MORE THICKLY SETTLED PORTION OF THE CITY AND THE FIRST MAN SHE CALLED UPON FOR HELP REPLIED YOU HAVE MADE YOUR BED LIE IN IT THE SHERIFF CAME WITH TWO OR THREE MEN AND TALKED TO THE MOB WHICH DISPERSED BEFORE DAYLIGHT WITH OPEN THREATS TO HAVE BABBET'S HEARTS BLOOD AND FOR MONTHS HIS FAMILY LIVED IN MOMENTARY APPREHENSION OF HIS MURDER
phonemes: stˈʌmblɪŋ θɹuː ðə kˈɔːɹn, hiː ɛŋkˈaʊn ðə mˌɪnɪsˈoʊɾə dɪktˈeɪɾɚ. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən tˈɜːd wˈʌn ænd kˈʌdʒəld hˌɪm, bˌʌt ˈɔːl wɜː sˈɛpɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd baɪ ðə dˈɑːɹknəs. mˈɪsɪz. bˈæbɪt, haʊˈɛvɚ, səksˈiːdᵻd ɪn ɹˈiːtʃɪŋ ðə mˈɔːɹ θˈɪkli sˈɛɾəld pˈɔːɹʃən ʌvðə sˈɪɾi, ænd ðə fˈɜːst mˈæn ʃiː kˈɔːld əpˌɑːn fɔːɹ hˈɛlp, ɹᵻplˈaɪd: "juː hæv mˌeɪd jʊɹ bˈɛd — lˈaɪ ɪn ɪt!" ðə ʃˈɛɹɪf kˈeɪm, wɪð tˈuː ɔːɹ θɹˈiː mˈɛn, ænd tˈɔːkt tə ðə mˈɑːb, wˌɪtʃ dɪspˈɜːst bᵻfˌɔːɹ dˈeɪlaɪt, wɪð ˈoʊpən θɹˈɛts tuː " hæv bˈæbɪts hˈɑːɹts blˈʌd," ænd fɔːɹ mˈʌnθs hɪz fˈæmɪli lˈɪvd ɪn mˈoʊməntˌɛɹi ˌæpɹihˈɛnʃən ʌv hɪz mˈɜːdɚ.