text_original: the narrow cut in the hill! the curve of the track! He was pounding at it. The wheels shrieked. Looking up, he saw only the rocks and gray patches of brush and the bare streak of earth. No Indian showed.
text_transcription: THE NARROW CUT IN THE HILL THE CURVE OF THE TRACK WHO WAS POUNDING AT IT THE WHEELS SHRIEKED LOOKING UP HE SAW ONLY THE ROCKS AND GRAVE PATCHES OF BRUSH IN THE BARE STREAK OF EARTH NO INDIAN SHOWED
phonemes: ðə nˈæɹoʊ kˈʌt ɪnðə hˈɪl! ðə kˈɜːv ʌvðə tɹˈæk! hiː wʌz pˈaʊndɪŋ ˈæɾɪt. ðə wˈiːlz ʃɹˈiːkt. lˈʊkɪŋ ˈʌp, hiː sˈɔː ˈoʊnli ðə ɹˈɑːks ænd ɡɹˈeɪ pˈætʃᵻz ʌv bɹˈʌʃ ænd ðə bˈɛɹ stɹˈiːk ʌv ˈɜːθ. nˈoʊ ˈɪndiən ʃˈoʊd.