text_original: I rode on into the town, Potts gone out of my mind. Apart from the land office crowds, and looking on in silent rage, stood a group of the old settlers,  tall, lean, powerful, yet impotent for lack of a leader.
text_transcription: I RODE ON INTO THE TOWN POTS GONE OUT OF MY MIND APART FROM THE LAND OFFICE CROWDS AND LOOKING ON IN SILENT RAGE STOOD A GROUP OF THE OLD SETTLERS TALL LEAN POWERFUL YET IMPOTENT FOR LACK OF A LEADER
phonemes: aɪ ɹˈoʊd ˌɔn ˌɪntʊ ðə tˈaʊn, pˈɑːts ɡɔn ˌaʊɾəv maɪ mˈaɪnd. ɐpˈɑːɹt fɹʌmðə lˈænd ˈɑːfɪs kɹˈaʊdz, ænd lˈʊkɪŋ ˌɔn ɪn sˈaɪlənt ɹˈeɪdʒ, stˈʊd ɐ ɡɹˈuːp ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld sˈɛtlɚz,  tˈɔːl, lˈiːn, pˈaʊɚfəl, jˈɛt ˈɪmpətənt fɔːɹ lˈæk əvə lˈiːdɚ.