text_original: I hurt my foot cruelly on a frozen clod of earth, slid down the washed bank of a run into the Wabash, picked myself up, scrambled to the top of the far side, and had gotten away again when my pursuer shattered the ice behind me.
text_transcription: I HURT MY FOOT CRUELLY ON A FROZEN CLOD OF EARTH SLID DOWN THE WASHED BANK OF A RUN INTO THE WABASH PICKED MYSELF UP SCRAMBLED TO THE TOP OF THE FAR SIDE AND HAD GOTTEN AWAY AGAIN WHEN MY PURSUER SHATTERED THE ICE BEHIND ME
phonemes: aɪ hˈɜːt maɪ fˈʊt kɹˈuːəli ˌɔn ɐ fɹˈoʊzən klˈɑːd ʌv ˈɜːθ, slˈɪd dˌaʊn ðə wˈɑːʃt bˈæŋk əvɚ ɹˈʌn ˌɪntʊ ðə wˈɑːbæʃ, pˈɪkt maɪsˈɛlf ˈʌp, skɹˈæmbəld tə ðə tˈɑːp ʌvðə fˈɑːɹ sˈaɪd, ænd hæd ɡˈɑːʔn̩ ɐwˈeɪ ɐɡˈɛn wɛn maɪ pɚsˈuːɚ ʃˈæɾɚd ðɪ ˈaɪs bᵻhˈaɪnd mˌiː.