text_original: Our new camp  and our last one  was up the Methow, twenty three miles above the Forks, in a straight line. Here the valley split at right angles against a tall face of mountain, and each way the stream was reduced to a brook one could cross afoot.
text_transcription: OUR NEW CAMP AND OUR LAST ONE WAS UP THE METHA TWENTY THREE MILES ABOVE THE FORKS IN A STRAIGHT LINE HERE THE VALLEY SPLIT AT RIGHT ANGLES AGAINST A TALL FACE OF MOUNTAIN AND EACH WAY THE STREAM WAS REDUCED TO A BROOK ONE COULD CROSS A FOOT
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ nˈuː kˈæmp ænd ˌaʊɚ lˈæst wˈʌn wʌz ˌʌp ðə mˈɛθaʊ, twˈɛnti θɹˈiː mˈaɪlz əbˌʌv ðə fˈɔːɹks, ɪn ɐ stɹˈeɪt lˈaɪn. hˈɪɹ ðə vˈæli splˈɪt æt ɹˈaɪt ˈæŋɡəlz ɐɡˈɛnst ɐ tˈɔːl fˈeɪs ʌv mˈaʊntɪn, ænd ˈiːtʃ wˈeɪ ðə stɹˈiːm wʌz ɹᵻdˈuːst tʊ ɐ bɹˈʊk wˈʌn kʊd kɹˈɔs ɐfˈʊt.