text_original: I know not how far I had walked, my head bent in thought, before I felt the ground teetering under my feet, and there was the bayou. It was a narrow lane of murky, impenetrable water, shaded now by the forest wall.
text_transcription: I KNOW NOT HOW FAR I HAD WALKED MY HEAD BENT IN THOUGHT BEFORE I FELT THE GROUND TEETERING UNDER MY FEET AND THERE WAS THE BAYU IT WAS A NARROW LANE OF MUCKY IMPENETRABLE WATER SHADED NOW BY THE FOREST WALL
phonemes: aɪ nˈoʊ nˌɑːt hˌaʊ fˈɑːɹ aɪ hæd wˈɔːkt, maɪ hˈɛd bˈɛnt ɪn θˈɔːt, bᵻfˌɔːɹ aɪ fˈɛlt ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd tˈiːɾɚɹɪŋ ˌʌndɚ maɪ fˈiːt, ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə bˈaɪuː. ɪt wʌzɐ nˈæɹoʊ lˈeɪn ʌv mˈɜːki, ɪmpˈɛnɪtɹəbəl wˈɔːɾɚ, ʃˈeɪdᵻd nˈaʊ baɪ ðə fˈɔːɹɪst wˈɔːl.