text_original: After this the travelers spoke but little. Tirelessly the white dromedary strode onward under the blinding glare of the sun, her broad feet making no sound on the yielding sand; the landscape quivered in the intense heat, melting into golden, pink and violet fires in the far distances, while near at hand the scarlet blooms of the cactus glowed like live coals.
text_transcription: AFTER THIS THE TRAVELLER SPOKE BUT LITTLE TIRELESSLY THE WHITE DROMEDARY STRODE ONWARD UNDER THE BLINDING GLARE OF THE SUN HER BROAD FEET MAKING NO SOUND ON THE YIELDING SAND THE LANDSCAPE QUIVERED IN THE INTENSE HEAT MELTING INTO GOLDEN PINK AND VIOLET FIRES IN THE FAR DISTANCES WHILE NEAR AT HAND THE SCARLET BLOOMS OF THE CACTUS GLOWED LIKE LIVE COALS
phonemes: ˈæftɚ ðɪs ðə tɹˈævəlɚz spˈoʊk bˌʌt lˈɪɾəl. tˈaɪɚləsli ðə wˈaɪt dɹˈoʊmdɚɹi stɹˈoʊd ˈɑːnwɚd ˌʌndɚ ðə blˈaɪndɪŋ ɡlˈɛɹ ʌvðə sˈʌn, hɜː bɹˈɔːd fˈiːt mˌeɪkɪŋ nˈoʊ sˈaʊnd ɔnðə jˈiːldɪŋ sˈænd; ðə lˈændskeɪp kwˈɪvɚd ɪnðɪ ɪntˈɛns hˈiːt, mˈɛltɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ɡˈoʊldən, pˈɪŋk ænd vˈaɪəlɪt fˈaɪɚz ɪnðə fˈɑːɹ dˈɪstənsᵻz, wˌaɪl nˌɪɹ æt hˈænd ðə skˈɑːɹlɪt blˈuːmz ʌvðə kˈæktəs ɡlˈoʊd lˈaɪk lˈaɪv kˈoʊlz.