text_original: Far into the night we sat, Nick and I, our feet dangling over the forward edge of the cabin, looking at the glory of the moon on the vast river, at the endless forest crown, at the haze which hung like silver dust under the high bluffs on the American side.
text_transcription: FAR INTO THE NIGHT WE SAT NICK AND I OUR FEET DANGLING OVER THE FORWARD EDGE OF THE CABIN LOOKING AT THE GLORY OF THE MOON ON THE VAST RIVER AT THE ENDLESS FOREST CROWN AT THE HAZE WHICH HUNG LIKE SILVER DUST UNDER THE HIGH BLUFFS ON THE AMERICAN SIDE
phonemes: fˈɑːɹ ˌɪntʊ ðə nˈaɪt wiː sˈæt, nˈɪk ænd ˈaɪ, ˌaʊɚ fˈiːt dˈæŋɡəlɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə fˈɔːɹwɚd ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə kˈæbɪn, lˈʊkɪŋ æt ðə ɡlˈɔːɹi ʌvðə mˈuːn ɔnðə vˈæst ɹˈɪvɚ, æt ðɪ ˈɛndləs fˈɔːɹɪst kɹˈaʊn, æt ðə hˈeɪz wˌɪtʃ hˈʌŋ lˈaɪk sˈɪlvɚ dˈʌst ˌʌndɚ ðə hˈaɪ blˈʌfs ɔnðɪ ɐmˈɛɹɪkən sˈaɪd.