text_original: For fifty miles we travelled under it, towards the Gap, our eyes drawn to it by a resistless fascination. The sun went over it early in the day, as though glad to leave the place, and after that a dark scowl would settle there.
text_transcription: FOR FIFTY MILES WE TRAVELLED UNDER IT TOWARDS THE GAP OUR EYES DRAWN TO IT BY A RESISTLESS FASCINATION THE SUN WENT OVER IT EARLY IN THE DAY AS THOUGH GLAD TO LEAVE THE PLACE AND AFTER THAT A DARK SCOWL WOULD SETTLE THERE
phonemes: fɔːɹ fˈɪfti mˈaɪlz wiː tɹˈævəld ˈʌndɚɹ ɪt, təwˈɔːɹdz ðə ɡˈæp, ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz dɹˈɔːn tʊ ɪt baɪ ɐ ɹᵻzˈɪstləs fˌæsᵻnˈeɪʃən. ðə sˈʌn wɛnt ˌoʊvɚɹ ɪɾ ˈɜːli ɪnðə dˈeɪ, æz ðˌoʊ ɡlˈæd tə lˈiːv ðə plˈeɪs, ænd ˈæftɚ ðˌæɾə dˈɑːɹk skˈaʊl wʊd sˈɛɾəl ðˈɛɹ.