text_original: Xavier had the tiller now, and the men were straining at the oars to send the boat across the current towards the nearer western shore. And as my glance took in the scale of things, the miles of bluff frowning above the bottom, the river that seemed now like a lake of lava gently boiling, and the wilderness of the western shore that reached beyond the ken of man, I could not but shudder to think of the conflict of nature's forces in such a place.
text_transcription: ZAYVER HAD THE TILLER NOW AND THE MEN WERE STRAINING AT THE OARS TO SEND THE BOAT ACROSS THE CURRENT TOWARDS THE NEARER WESTERN SHORE AND AS MY GLANCE TOOK IN THE SCALE OF THINGS THE MILES OF BLUFF FROWNING ABOVE THE BOTTOM THE RIVER THAT SEEMED NOW LIKE A LAKE OF LAVA GENTLY BOILING AND THE WILDERNESS OF THE WESTERN SHORE THAT REACHED BEYOND THE KEN OF MAN I COULD NOT BUT SHUDDER TO THINK OF THE CONFLICT OF NATURE'S FORCES IN SUCH A PLACE
phonemes: zˈeɪviɚ hæd ðə tˈɪlɚ nˈaʊ, ænd ðə mˈɛn wɜː stɹˈeɪnɪŋ æt ðɪ ˈɔːɹz tə sˈɛnd ðə bˈoʊt əkɹˌɑːs ðə kˈɜːɹənt təwˈɔːɹdz ðə nˈɪɹɚ wˈɛstɚn ʃˈɔːɹ. ænd æz maɪ ɡlˈæns tˈʊk ɪnðə skˈeɪl ʌv θˈɪŋz, ðə mˈaɪlz ʌv blˈʌf fɹˈaʊnɪŋ əbˌʌv ðə bˈɑːɾəm, ðə ɹˈɪvɚ ðæt sˈiːmd nˈaʊ lˈaɪk ɐ lˈeɪk ʌv lˈɑːvə dʒˈɛntli bˈɔɪlɪŋ, ænd ðə wˈɪldɚnəs ʌvðə wˈɛstɚn ʃˈɔːɹ ðæt ɹˈiːtʃt bᵻjˌɔnd ðə kˈɛn ʌv mˈæn, aɪ kʊd nˌɑːt bˌʌt ʃˈʌdɚ tə θˈɪŋk ʌvðə kˈɑːnflɪkt ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚz fˈɔːɹsᵻz ɪn sˈʌtʃ ɐ plˈeɪs.