text_original: Indeed it might mean life; and so in breathless haste I scrambled over the rocks. Behind the main body of the Sand Craigs are two isolated rocks whose tops are just uncovered at high tide, but which are washed with every wave. The near one of these is at low water not separated from the main mass, but only joined by a narrow isthmus a few feet long, over which the first waves of the turning tide rush vigourously, for it is in the direct sweep of the flowing tide. Beyond this, some ninety or a hundred feet off and separated by a deep channel, is the outer rock, always in island form.
text_transcription: INDEED IT MIGHT MEAN LIFE AND SO IN BREATHLESS HASTE I SCRAMBLED OVER THE ROCKS BEHIND THE MAIN BODY OF THE SAND CRAVES ARE TWO ISOLATED ROCKS WHOSE TOPS ARE JUST UNCOVERED AT HIGH TIME BUT WHICH ARE WASHED AWAY WITH EVERY WAVE THE NEAR ONE OF THESE IS AT LOW WATER NOT SEPARATED FROM THE MAIN MASS BUT ONLY JOINED BY THE NARROW ISTHMUS A FEW FEET LONG OVER WHICH THE FIRST WAVES OF THE TURNING TIDE RUSH VIGOROUSLY FOR IT IS IN THE DIRECT SWEEP OF THE FLOWING TIDE BEYOND THIS SOME NINETY OR A HUNDRED FEET OFF AND SEPARATED BY A DEEP CHANNEL IS THE OUTER ROCK ALWAYS AN ISLAND FORM
phonemes: ˌɪndˈiːd ɪt mˌaɪt mˈiːn lˈaɪf; ænd sˌoʊ ɪn bɹˈɛθləs hˈeɪst aɪ skɹˈæmbəld ˌoʊvɚ ðə ɹˈɑːks. bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə mˈeɪn bˈɑːdi ʌvðə sˈænd kɹˈeɪɡz ɑːɹ tˈuː ˈaɪsəlˌeɪɾᵻd ɹˈɑːks hˌuːz tˈɑːps ɑːɹ dʒˈʌst ʌŋkˈʌvɚd æt hˈaɪ tˈaɪd, bˌʌt wˌɪtʃ ɑːɹ wˈɑːʃt wɪð ˈɛvɹi wˈeɪv. ðə nˌɪɹ wˈʌn ʌv ðiːz ɪz æt lˈoʊ wˈɔːɾɚ nˌɑːt sˈɛpɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd fɹʌmðə mˈeɪn mˈæs, bˌʌt ˈoʊnli dʒˈɔɪnd baɪ ɐ nˈæɹoʊ ˈɪsθməs ɐ fjˈuː fˈiːt lˈɔŋ, ˌoʊvɚ wˌɪtʃ ðə fˈɜːst wˈeɪvz ʌvðə tˈɜːnɪŋ tˈaɪd ɹˈʌʃ vˈɪɡɚɹəsli, fɔːɹ ɪɾ ɪz ɪnðə dᵻɹˈɛkt swˈiːp ʌvðə flˈoʊɪŋ tˈaɪd. bᵻjˌɔnd ðˈɪs, sˌʌm nˈaɪnti ɔːɹ ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd fˈiːt ˈɔf ænd sˈɛpɚɹˌeɪɾᵻd baɪ ɐ dˈiːp tʃˈænəl, ɪz ðɪ ˈaʊɾɚ ɹˈɑːk, ˈɔːlweɪz ɪn ˈaɪlənd fˈɔːɹm.