text_original: Even now the pains shoot through my body when I think of how man after man plunged waist deep into the icy water toward the farther branch. The pirogue was filled with the weak, and in the end of it I was curled up with my drum.
text_transcription: EVEN NOW THE PAINS SHOOT THROUGH MY BODY WHEN I THINK OF HOW MAN AFTER MAN PLUNGED WAIST DEEP INTO THE ICY WATER TOWARD THE FARTHER BRANCH THE PIROGUE WAS FILLED WITH THE WEAK AND IN THE END OF IT I WAS CURLED UP WITH MY DRUM
phonemes: ˈiːvən nˈaʊ ðə pˈeɪnz ʃˈuːt θɹuː maɪ bˈɑːdi wɛn aɪ θˈɪŋk ʌv hˌaʊ mˈæn ˈæftɚ mˈæn plˈʌndʒd wˈeɪst dˈiːp ˌɪntʊ ðɪ ˈaɪsi wˈɔːɾɚ təwˈɔːɹd ðə fˈɑːɹðɚ bɹˈæntʃ. ðə pˈɪɹoʊɡ wʌz fˈɪld wɪððə wˈiːk, ænd ɪnðɪ ˈɛnd ʌv ɪɾ aɪ wʌz kˈɜːld ˌʌp wɪð maɪ dɹˈʌm.