text_original: We bound the logs together with grapevines, and as we worked my imagination painted for me many a red face peering from the bushes on the farther shore. And when we got into the river and were caught and spun by the hurrying stream, I hearkened for a shot from the farther bank.
text_transcription: WE BOUND THE LOGS TOGETHER WITH GRAPE VINES AND AS WE WORKED MY IMAGINATION PAINTED FOR ME MANY A RED FACE PEERING FROM THE BUSHES ON THE FARTHER SHORE AND WHEN WE GOT INTO THE RIVER AND WERE CAUGHT AND SPUN BY THE HURRYING STREAM I HEARKENED FOR A SHOT FROM THE FARTHER BANK
phonemes: wiː bˈaʊnd ðə lˈɔɡz təɡˌɛðɚ wɪð ɡɹˈeɪpvaɪnz, ænd æz wiː wˈɜːkt maɪ ɪmˌædʒᵻnˈeɪʃən pˈeɪntᵻd fɔːɹ mˌiː mˈɛni ɐ ɹˈɛd fˈeɪs pˈɪɹɪŋ fɹʌmðə bˈʊʃᵻz ɔnðə fˈɑːɹðɚ ʃˈɔːɹ. ænd wɛn wiː ɡɑːt ˌɪntʊ ðə ɹˈɪvɚ ænd wɜː kˈɔːt ænd spˈʌn baɪ ðə hˈɜːɹiɪŋ stɹˈiːm, aɪ hˈɑːɹkənd fɚɹə ʃˈɑːt fɹʌmðə fˈɑːɹðɚ bˈæŋk.