text_original: The song ceased. The Indian knelt in the black mud, not at the feet of Fletcher Blount, but on the threshold of the Great Spirit who ruleth all things.
text_transcription: THE SONG CEASED THE INDIAN KNELT IN THE BLACK MUD NOT AT THE FEET OF FLETCHER BLOT BUT ON THE THRESHOLD OF THE GREAT SPIRIT WHO RULETH ALL THINGS
phonemes: ðə sˈɔŋ sˈiːst. ðɪ ˈɪndiən nˈɛlt ɪnðə blˈæk mˈʌd, nˌɑːt æt ðə fˈiːt ʌv flˈɛtʃɚ blˈaʊnt, bˌʌt ɔnðə θɹˈɛʃoʊld ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt spˈɪɹɪt hˌuː ɹˈuːləθ ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz.