text_original: That night, when our chilled feet could bear no more, we sought out a patch of raised ground a little firmer than a quagmire, and heaped up the beginnings of a fire with such brush as could be made to burn, robbing the naked thickets.
text_transcription: THAT NIGHT WHEN OUR CHILLED FEET COULD BEAR NO MORE WE SOUGHT OUT A PATCH OF RAISED GROUND A LITTLE FIRMER THAN THE QUAGMIRE AND HEAPED UP THE BEGINNINGS OF A FIRE WITH SUCH BRUSH AS COULD BE MADE TO BURN ROBBING THE NAKED THICKETS
phonemes: ðæt nˈaɪt, wˌɛn ˌaʊɚ tʃˈɪld fˈiːt kʊd bˈɛɹ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, wiː sˈɔːt ˈaʊt ɐ pˈætʃ ʌv ɹˈeɪzd ɡɹˈaʊnd ɐ lˈɪɾəl fˈɜːmɚ ðˌænə kwˈæɡmaɪɚ, ænd hˈiːpt ˌʌp ðə bɪɡˈɪnɪŋz əvə fˈaɪɚ wɪð sˈʌtʃ bɹˈʌʃ æz kʊd biː mˌeɪd tə bˈɜːn, ɹˈɑːbɪŋ ðə nˈeɪkᵻd θˈɪkɪts.