text_original: We stood dismayed at the crumbling edge of the hill, and one hundred and seventy pairs of eyes were turned on Clark. With a mere glance at the running stream high on the bank and the drowned forest beyond, he turned and faced them.
text_transcription: WE STOOD DISMAYED AT THE CRUMBLING EDGE OF THE HILL AND ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY PAIRS OF EYES WERE TURNED ON CLARK WITH A MERE GLANCE AT THE RUNNING STREAM HIGH ON THE BANK AND THE DROWNED FOREST BEYOND HE TURNED AND FACED THEM
phonemes: wiː stˈʊd dɪsmˈeɪd æt ðə kɹˈʌmblɪŋ ˈɛdʒ ʌvðə hˈɪl, ænd wˈʌn hˈʌndɹɪd ænd sˈɛvənti pˈɛɹz ʌv ˈaɪz wɜː tˈɜːnd ˌɔn klˈɑːɹk. wɪð ɐ mˈɪɹ ɡlˈæns æt ðə ɹˈʌnɪŋ stɹˈiːm hˈaɪ ɔnðə bˈæŋk ænd ðə dɹˈaʊnd fˈɔːɹɪst bᵻjˈɔnd, hiː tˈɜːnd ænd fˈeɪsd ðˌɛm.