text_original: Clark's boat rounded the shoal: next our turn came, and then the whole line was gliding down the river, the rising roar of the angry waters with which we were soon to grapple coming to us with an added grimness. And now but a faint rim of light saved us from utter darkness.
text_transcription: CART'S BOAT ROUNDED THE SHOAL NEXT OUR TURN CAME AND THEN THE WHOLE LINE WAS GLIDING DOWN THE RIVER THE RISING ROAR OF THE ANGRY WATERS WITH WHICH WE WERE SOON TO GRAPPLE COMING TO US WITH AN ADDED GRIMNESS AND NOW BUT A FAINT RIM OF LIGHT SAVED US FROM UTTER DARKNESS
phonemes: klˈɑːɹks bˈoʊt ɹˈaʊndᵻd ðə ʃˈoʊl: nˈɛkst ˌaʊɚ tˈɜːn kˈeɪm, ænd ðˈɛn ðə hˈoʊl lˈaɪn wʌz ɡlˈaɪdɪŋ dˌaʊn ðə ɹˈɪvɚ, ðə ɹˈaɪzɪŋ ɹˈɔːɹ ʌvðɪ ˈæŋɡɹi wˈɔːɾɚz wɪð wˌɪtʃ wiː wɜː sˈuːn tə ɡɹˈæpəl kˈʌmɪŋ tʊ ˌʌs wɪð ɐn ˈædᵻd ɡɹˈɪmnəs. ænd nˈaʊ bˌʌt ɐ fˈeɪnt ɹˈɪm ʌv lˈaɪt sˈeɪvd ˌʌs fɹʌm ˈʌɾɚ dˈɑːɹknəs.