text_original: From below, the angry voice of the Great Falls cried out to us unceasingly. Smoke rose through the tree tops of the island opposite, and through the new gaps of its forest cabins could be seen.
text_transcription: FROM BELOW THE ANGRY VOICE OF THE GREAT FALLS CRIED OUT TO US UNCEASINGLY SMOKE ROSE THROUGH THE TREE TOPS OF THE ISLAND OPPOSITE AND THROUGH THE NEW GAPS OF ITS FOREST CABINS COULD BE SEEN
phonemes: fɹʌm bᵻlˈoʊ, ðɪ ˈæŋɡɹi vˈɔɪs ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt fˈɔːlz kɹˈaɪd ˈaʊt tʊ ˌʌs ʌnsˈiːsɪŋli. smˈoʊk ɹˈoʊz θɹuː ðə tɹˈiː tˈɑːps ʌvðɪ ˈaɪlənd ˈɑːpəzˌɪt, ænd θɹuː ðə nˈuː ɡˈæps ʌv ɪts fˈɔːɹɪst kˈæbɪnz kʊd biː sˈiːn.