text_original: What it was to be carried away amongst the rocks of the Skares I knew too well from the fate of Lauchlane Macleod. I ran as fast as I could down the steep pathway and along the boulder strewn beach till I came to the Sand Craigs. As I ran I could see from the quick inrush of waves, which though not much at present were gathering force every instant, that the storm which the shepherd had predicted was coming fast upon us.
text_transcription: BUT IT WAS TO BE CARRIED AWAY AMONGST THE ROCKS OF THE SCARES I KNEW TOO WELL FROM THE FATE OF THE SHAN MACLOYD I RAN AS FAST AS I COULD DOWN THE SEA PATHWAY AND ALONG THE BORDER SHOON BEACH SO I CAME TO THE SAND CREEKS AS I RAN I COULD SEE FROM THE QUICK INRUSH OF WAVES WHICH THOUGH NOT MUCH AT PRESENT WERE GATHERING FORCE EVERY INSTANT THAT THE STORM WHICH THE SHEPHERD HAD REDICTED WAS COMING FAST UPON US
phonemes: wˌʌt ɪt wʌz təbi kˈæɹid ɐwˈeɪ ɐmˌʌŋst ðə ɹˈɑːks ʌvðə skˈɛɹz aɪ nˈuː tˈuː wˈɛl fɹʌmðə fˈeɪt ʌv lˈɔːtʃleɪn məklˈaʊd. aɪ ɹˈæn æz fˈæst æz aɪ kʊd dˌaʊn ðə stˈiːp pˈæθweɪ ænd ɐlˈɔŋ ðə bˈoʊldɚ stɹˈuːn bˈiːtʃ tˈɪl aɪ kˈeɪm tə ðə sˈænd kɹˈeɪɡz. æz aɪ ɹˈæn aɪ kʊd sˈiː fɹʌmðə kwˈɪk ˈɪnɹʌʃ ʌv wˈeɪvz, wˌɪtʃ ðˌoʊ nˌɑːt mˈʌtʃ æt pɹˈɛzənt wɜː ɡˈæðɚɹɪŋ fˈɔːɹs ˈɛvɹi ˈɪnstənt, ðætðə stˈɔːɹm wˌɪtʃ ðə ʃˈɛpɚd hæd pɹɪdˈɪktᵻd wʌz kˈʌmɪŋ fˈæst əpˌɑːn ˌʌs.