text_original: Softened by the distance, the deep, grumbling bass sang thunderingly through and above the other noises of the night, as if old Sentinel itself were voicing its remonstrance against this disturbance of its age long rest. The grumbling died to a clatter of falling boulders a hundred yards away at the mountain's base, and Connell's eyes discerned a puff of vaporous gray, a cloud of wind blown dust, high up on the mountain's flank. "Holy cats!"
text_transcription: SOFTENED BY THE DISTANCE THE DEEP GRUMBLING BASS SANG THUNDERINGLY THROUGH AND ABOVE THE OTHER NOISES OF THE NIGHT AS IF OLD SENTINEL ITSELF REVOICING ITS REMONSTRANCE AGAINST THIS DISTURBANCE OF HIS AGE LONG REST THE GRUMMBLING DIED TO A CLATTER OF FALLING BOULDERS A HUNDRED YARDS AWAY AT THE MOUNTAIN'S BASE AND CONALL'S EYES DISCERNED A PUFF OF VAPOROUS GREY A CLOUD OF WIND BLOWN DUST HIGH UP ON THE MOUNTAIN'S FLANK HOLY CATS
phonemes: sˈɔfənd baɪ ðə dˈɪstəns, ðə dˈiːp, ɡɹˈʌmblɪŋ bˈeɪs sˈæŋ θˈʌndɚɹɪŋli θɹuː ænd əbˌʌv ðɪ ˈʌðɚ nˈɔɪzᵻz ʌvðə nˈaɪt, æz ɪf ˈoʊld sˈɛntɪnəl ɪtsˈɛlf wɜː vˈɔɪsɪŋ ɪts ɹˈɛmɑːnstɹəns ɐɡˈɛnst ðɪs dɪstˈɜːbəns ʌv ɪts ˈeɪdʒ lˈɔŋ ɹˈɛst. ðə ɡɹˈʌmblɪŋ dˈaɪd tʊ ɐ klˈæɾɚɹ ʌv fˈɔːlɪŋ bˈoʊldɚz ɐ hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɑːɹdz ɐwˈeɪ æt ðə mˈaʊntɪnz bˈeɪs, ænd kˈɑːnəlz ˈaɪz dɪsˈɜːnd ɐ pˈʌf ʌv vˈeɪpɚɹəs ɡɹˈeɪ, ɐ klˈaʊd ʌv wˈɪnd blˈoʊn dˈʌst, hˈaɪ ˌʌp ɔnðə mˈaʊntɪnz flˈæŋk. "hˈoʊli kˈæts!"