text_original: There was nothing in all that solitary, desolate peak to call them; nothing, for that matter, to beckon Garry, except the hot desert days, the cool breath of evening and the glory of nights when the stars hung low over all the miles of sand and sagebrush that reached far out to the rippling sand dunes shimmering in the distance.
text_transcription: THERE WAS NOTHING IN ALL THAT SOLITARY DESOLATE PEAK TO CALL THEM NOTHING FOR THAT MATTER TO BECK AND GARRY EXCEPT THE HOT DESERT DAYS THE COOL BREATH OF EVENING AND THE GLORY OF NIGHTS WHEN THE STARS HUNG LOW OVER ALL MILES OF SAND AND SAGEBRUSH THAT REACHED FAR OUT TO THE RIPPLING SAND DUNES SHIMMERING IN THE DISTANCE
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈʌθɪŋ ɪn ˈɔːl ðæt sˈɑːlətˌɛɹi, dˈɛsələt pˈiːk tə kˈɔːl ðˌɛm; nˈʌθɪŋ, fɔːɹ ðæt mˈæɾɚ, tə bˈɛkən ɡˈæɹi, ɛksˈɛpt ðə hˈɑːt dˈɛzɚt dˈeɪz, ðə kˈuːl bɹˈɛθ ʌv ˈiːvnɪŋ ænd ðə ɡlˈɔːɹi ʌv nˈaɪts wɛn ðə stˈɑːɹz hˈʌŋ lˈoʊ ˌoʊvɚɹ ˈɔːl ðə mˈaɪlz ʌv sˈænd ænd sˈeɪdʒbɹʌʃ ðæt ɹˈiːtʃt fˈɑːɹ ˈaʊt tə ðə ɹˈɪplɪŋ sˈænd dˈuːnz ʃˈɪmɚɹɪŋ ɪnðə dˈɪstəns.