text_original: The two young men sank down on the ground before him and shrouded their heads in their blankets. "What is this?" Clark demanded. The North Wind spoke in a voice of sorrow:   "An atonement to the Great White Chief for the sins of our nation.
text_transcription: THE TWO YOUNG MEN SANK DOWN ON THE GROUND BEFORE HIM AND SHROUDED THEIR HEADS IN THEIR BLANKETS WHAT IS THIS CLARK DEMANDED THE NORTH WIND SPOKE IN A VOICE OF SORROW AN ATONEMENT TO THE GREAT WHITE CHIEF FOR THE SINS OF OUR NATION
phonemes: ðə tˈuː jˈʌŋ mˈɛn sˈæŋk dˌaʊn ɔnðə ɡɹˈaʊnd bᵻfˌɔːɹ hˌɪm ænd ʃɹˈaʊdᵻd ðɛɹ hˈɛdz ɪn ðɛɹ blˈæŋkɪts. "wˌʌt ɪz ðˈɪs?" klˈɑːɹk dᵻmˈændᵻd. ðə nˈɔːɹθ wˈɪnd spˈoʊk ɪn ɐ vˈɔɪs ʌv sˈɑːɹoʊ:   "ɐn ɐtˈoʊnmənt tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪt wˈaɪt tʃˈiːf fɚðə sˈɪnz ʌv ˌaʊɚ nˈeɪʃən.