text_original: The river had become a vast yellow lake, and often as we drifted of an evening the wail of a slave dance and monotonous beating of a tom tom would float to us over the water.
text_transcription: THE RIVER HAD BECOME A VAST YELLOW LAKE AND OFTEN AS WE DRIFTED OF AN EVENING THE WAIL OF A SLAVE DANCE AND MONOTONOUS BEATING OF A TOM TOM WOULD FLOAT TO US OVER THE WATER
phonemes: ðə ɹˈɪvɚ hæd bɪkˌʌm ɐ vˈæst jˈɛloʊ lˈeɪk, ænd ˈɔfən æz wiː dɹˈɪftᵻd əvən ˈiːvnɪŋ ðə wˈeɪl əvə slˈeɪv dˈæns ænd mənˈɑːtənəs bˈiːɾɪŋ əvə tˈɑːm tˈɑːm wʊd flˈoʊt tʊ ˌʌs ˌoʊvɚ ðə wˈɔːɾɚ.