text_original: Then I ran on again up the creek, heedless of cover, stumbling over logs and trailing vines, when all at once a dozen bronze forms glided with the speed of deer across my path ahead.
text_transcription: THEN I RAN ON AGAIN UP THE CREEK HEEDLESS OF COVER STUMBLING OVER LOGS AND TRAILING VINES WHEN ALL AT ONCE A DOZEN BRONZE FORMS GLIDED WITH THE SPEED OF DEER ACROSS MY PATH AHEAD
phonemes: ðˈɛn aɪ ɹˈæn ˌɔn ɐɡˈɛn ˌʌp ðə kɹˈiːk, hˈiːdləs ʌv kˈʌvɚ, stˈʌmblɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ lˈɔɡz ænd tɹˈeɪlɪŋ vˈaɪnz, wˌɛn ˈɔːl ɐtwˈʌns ɐ dˈʌzən bɹˈɑːnz fˈɔːɹmz ɡlˈaɪdᵻd wɪððə spˈiːd ʌv dˈɪɹ əkɹˌɑːs maɪ pˈæθ ɐhˈɛd.