text_original: Down the steel blue lane of water between the ice came a canoe. Our stunted senses perceived it, unresponsive. A man cried out (it was Tom McChesney); now some of them had leaped into the pirogue, now they were returning.
text_transcription: DOWN THE STEEL BLUE LANE OF WATER BETWEEN THE ICE CAME A CANOE OUR STUNTED SENSES PERCEIVED IT UNRESPONSIVE A MAN CRIED OUT IT WAS TOM MC CHESNEY NOW SOME OF THEM HAD LEAPED INTO THE PIROGUE NOW THEY WERE RETURNING
phonemes: dˌaʊn ðə stˈiːl blˈuː lˈeɪn ʌv wˈɔːɾɚ bᵻtwˌiːn ðɪ ˈaɪs kˈeɪm ɐ kənˈuː. ˌaʊɚ stˈʌntᵻd sˈɛnsᵻz pɚsˈiːvd ɪt, ˌʌnɹᵻspˈɑːnsɪv. ɐ mˈæn kɹˈaɪd ˈaʊt (ɪt wʌz tˈɑːm mə tʃˈɛsni); nˈaʊ sˌʌm ʌv ðˌɛm hæd lˈiːpt ˌɪntʊ ðə pˈɪɹoʊɡ, nˈaʊ ðeɪ wɜː ɹᵻtˈɜːnɪŋ.