text_original: On the evening of the third day the White Chief rose in his chair, gazing haughtily about him. There was a deep silence.
text_transcription: ON THE EVENING OF THE THIRD DAY THE WHITE CHIEF ROSE IN HIS CHAIR GAZING HAUGHTILY ABOUT HIM THERE WAS A DEEP SILENCE
phonemes: ɔnðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ ʌvðə θˈɜːd dˈeɪ ðə wˈaɪt tʃˈiːf ɹˈoʊz ɪn hɪz tʃˈɛɹ, ɡˈeɪzɪŋ hˈɔːɾili ɐbˈaʊt hˌɪm. ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ dˈiːp sˈaɪləns.