text_original: Sometimes we ran upon them in the water, where they looked like the rough bark pine logs from the North, and Nick would have a shot at them. When he hit one fairly there would be a leviathan like roar and a churning of the river into suds.
text_transcription: SOMETIMES WE RAN UPON THEM IN THE WATER WHERE THEY LOOKED LIKE THE ROUGH BARK PINE LOGS FROM THE NORTH AND NICK WOULD HAVE A SHOT AT THEM WHEN HE HIT ONE FAIRLY THERE WOULD BE A LEVIATHAN LIKE ROAR AND A CHURNING OF THE RIVER INTO SUDS
phonemes: sˈʌmtaɪmz wiː ɹˈæn əpˌɑːn ðˌɛm ɪnðə wˈɔːɾɚ, wˌɛɹ ðeɪ lˈʊkt lˈaɪk ðə ɹˈʌf bˈɑːɹk pˈaɪn lˈɔɡz fɹʌmðə nˈɔːɹθ, ænd nˈɪk wʊdhɐv ɐ ʃˈɑːt æt ðˌɛm. wˌɛn hiː hˈɪt wˈʌn fˈɛɹli ðɛɹ wʊd biː ɐ lɛvˈaɪəθən lˈaɪk ɹˈɔːɹ ænd ɐ tʃˈɜːnɪŋ ʌvðə ɹˈɪvɚɹ ˌɪntʊ sˈʌdz.