text_original: Then, like the cracking of a great drover's whip, a shot rang out in the stillness, and my hands tightened over the rifle stock. A piece of bark struck me in the face, and a dead leaf fluttered to the ground.
text_transcription: THEN LIKE THE CRACKING OF A GREAT DROVER'S WHIP A SHOT RANG OUT IN THE STILLNESS AND MY HANDS TIGHTENED OVER THE RIFLE STALK A PIECE OF BARK STRUCK ME IN THE FACE AND A DEAD LEAF FLUTTERED TO THE GROUND
phonemes: ðˈɛn, lˈaɪk ðə kɹˈækɪŋ əvə ɡɹˈeɪt dɹˈoʊvɚz wˈɪp, ɐ ʃˈɑːt ɹˈæŋ ˈaʊt ɪnðə stˈɪlnəs, ænd maɪ hˈændz tˈaɪʔn̩d ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɹˈaɪfəl stˈɑːk. ɐ pˈiːs ʌv bˈɑːɹk stɹˈʌk mˌiː ɪnðə fˈeɪs, ænd ɐ dˈɛd lˈiːf flˈʌɾɚd tə ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd.