text_original: 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!" said Garry explosively, "what a slide! That must have ripped the old boy wide open."
text_transcription: 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 SAID GARRY EXPLOSIVELY WHAT A SLIDE THAT MUST HAVE RIPPED THE OLD BOY WIDE OPEN
phonemes: 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!" sˈɛd ɡˈæɹi ɛksplˈoʊsɪvli, "wˌʌt ɐ slˈaɪd! ðæt mˈʌstɐv ɹˈɪpt ðɪ ˈoʊld bˈɔɪ wˈaɪd ˈoʊpən."