text_original: Two feet below the surface we struck the edge of the lowest log, and then it was Poulsson who got into the hole with his hunting knife  perspiring, muttering to himself, working as one possessed with a fury, while we scraped out the dirt from under him.
text_transcription: TWO FEET BELOW THE SURFACE WE STRUCK THE EDGE OF THE LOWEST LOG AND THEN IT WAS PULSON WHO GOT INTO THE HOLE WITH HIS HUNTING KNIFE PERSPIRING MUTTERING TO HIMSELF WORKING AS ONE POSSESSED WITH A FURY WHILE WE SCRAPED OUT THE DIRT FROM UNDER HIM
phonemes: tˈuː fˈiːt bᵻlˌoʊ ðə sˈɜːfɪs wiː stɹˈʌk ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə lˈoʊɪst lˈɔɡ, ænd ðˈɛn ɪt wʌz pˈaʊlsən hˌuː ɡɑːt ˌɪntʊ ðə hˈoʊl wɪð hɪz hˈʌntɪŋ nˈaɪf pɚspˈaɪɚɹɪŋ, mˈʌɾɚɹɪŋ tə hɪmsˈɛlf, wˈɜːkɪŋ æz wˈʌn pəzˈɛst wɪð ɐ fjˈʊɹɹi, wˌaɪl wiː skɹˈeɪpt ˈaʊt ðə dˈɜːt fɹʌm ˈʌndɚ hˌɪm.