text_original: There is something here that I cannot see. I will for the present forego the matter, but there are two things to be set down for the future, and Besa is not the man to forget." Then he advanced to the opening of the tomb, which showed black in its setting of yellow sand; kneeling clown, he looked carefully at the stone stairway which led down into the depths. The sand was sifting in with each breath of the hot desert wind. "It has been opened but a short time," he remarked at length.
text_transcription: THERE IS SOMETHING HERE THAT I CANNOT SEE I WILL FOR THE PRESENT FOREGO THE MATTER BUT THERE ARE TWO THINGS TO BE SET DOWN FOR THE FUTURE AND BESSA IS NOT THE MAN TO FORGET THEN HE ADVANCED TO THE OPENING OF THE TOMB WHICH SHOWED BLACK IN ITS SETTING ON YELLOW SAND KNEELING CLOWN HE LOOKED CAREFULLY AT THE STONE STAIRWAY WHICH LED DOWN INTO THE DEPTHS THE SAND WAS SIFTING IN WITH EACH BREATH OF THE HOT DESERT WIND IT HAS BEEN OPEN BUT A SHORT TIME HE REMARKED AT LENGTH
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪz sˈʌmθɪŋ hˈɪɹ ðæt aɪ kænˈɑːt sˈiː. aɪ wɪl fɚðə pɹˈɛzənt fɔːɹɡˈoʊ ðə mˈæɾɚ, bˌʌt ðɛɹˌɑːɹ tˈuː θˈɪŋz təbi sˈɛt dˌaʊn fɚðə fjˈuːtʃɚ, ænd bᵻsˈæ ɪz nˌɑːt ðə mˈæn tə fɚɡˈɛt." ðˈɛn hiː ɐdvˈænst tə ðɪ ˈoʊpənɪŋ ʌvðə tˈuːm, wˌɪtʃ ʃˈoʊd blˈæk ɪn ɪts sˈɛɾɪŋ ʌv jˈɛloʊ sˈænd; nˈiːlɪŋ klˈaʊn, hiː lˈʊkt kˈɛɹfəli æt ðə stˈoʊn stˈɛɹweɪ wˌɪtʃ lˈɛd dˌaʊn ˌɪntʊ ðə dˈɛpθs. ðə sˈænd wʌz sˈɪftɪŋ ɪn wɪð ˈiːtʃ bɹˈɛθ ʌvðə hˈɑːt dˈɛzɚt wˈɪnd. "ɪt hˈæzbiːn ˈoʊpənd bˌʌt ɐ ʃˈɔːɹt tˈaɪm," hiː ɹᵻmˈɑːɹkt æt lˈɛŋθ.