text_original: Going down to wash at the river's brink, I heard a movement in the cane, and stood frozen and staring until a great, bearded head, black as tar, was thrust out between the stalks and looked at me with blinking red eyes.
text_transcription: GOING DOWN THE WASH AT THE RIVER'S BRINK I HEARD A MOVEMENT IN THE CANE AND STOOD FROZEN AND STARING UNTIL A GREAT BEARDED HEAD BLACK AS TAR WAS THRUST BETWEEN THE STALKS AND LOOKED AT ME WITH BLINKING RED EYES
phonemes: ɡˌoʊɪŋ dˌaʊn tə wˈɑːʃ æt ðə ɹˈɪvɚz bɹˈɪŋk, aɪ hˈɜːd ɐ mˈuːvmənt ɪnðə kˈeɪn, ænd stˈʊd fɹˈoʊzən ænd stˈɛɹɪŋ ʌntˈɪl ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt, bˈɪɹdᵻd hˈɛd, blˈæk æz tˈɑːɹ, wʌz θɹˈʌst ˈaʊt bᵻtwˌiːn ðə stˈɔːks ænd lˈʊkt æt mˌiː wɪð blˈɪŋkɪŋ ɹˈɛd ˈaɪz.