text_original: Getting down on my hands and knees, I crept forward, and felt the ground rising. The voices had ceased. I gained the crest of a low ridge, and threw myself flat.
text_transcription: GETTING DOWN ON MY HANDS AND KNEES I CREPT FORWARD AND FELT THE GROUND RISING THE VOICES HAD CEASED I GAINED THE CREST OF A LOW RIDGE AND THREW MYSELF FLAT
phonemes: ɡˌɛɾɪŋ dˌaʊn ˌɔn maɪ hˈændz ænd nˈiːz, aɪ kɹˈɛpt fˈɔːɹwɚd, ænd fˈɛlt ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd ɹˈaɪzɪŋ. ðə vˈɔɪsᵻz hæd sˈiːst. aɪ ɡˈeɪnd ðə kɹˈɛst əvə lˈoʊ ɹˈɪdʒ, ænd θɹˈuː maɪsˈɛlf flˈæt.