text_original: Geographically I was in the "Big Bend" country, a bulk of land looped in by the Columbia River, and highly advertised by railroads for the benefit of "those seeking homes." Fruit and grain no doubt grow somewhere in it. What I saw was a desert cracked in two by a chasm sixty five miles long. It rained in the night, and at seven next morning, bound for Port Columbia, we wallowed northward out of town in the sweating canvas covered stage through primeval mud.
text_transcription: GEOGRAPHICALLY I WAS IN THE BIG BEND COUNTRY A BULK OF LAND LOOPED IN BY THE COLUMBIA RIVER AND HIGHLY ADVERTISED BY RAILROADS FOR THE BENEFIT OF THOSE SEEKING HOMES FRUIT AND GRAIN NO DOUBT GROW SOMEWHERE IN IT WHAT I SAW WAS A DESERT CRACKED IN TWO BY A CHASM SIXTY FIVE MILES LONG IT RAINED IN THE NIGHT AND AT SEVEN NEXT MORNING BOUND FOR PORT COLUMBIA WE WALLOWED NORTHWARD OUT OF TOWN IN THE SWEATING CANVAS COLORED STAGE THROUGH PRIMEVAL MUD
phonemes: dʒˌɪəɡɹˈæfɪkli aɪ wʌz ɪnðə "bˈɪɡ bˈɛnd" kˈʌntɹi, ɐ bˈʌlk ʌv lˈænd lˈuːpt ɪn baɪ ðə kəlˈʌmbiə ɹˈɪvɚ, ænd hˈaɪli ˈædvɚtˌaɪzd baɪ ɹˈeɪlɹoʊdz fɚðə bˈɛnɪfˌɪt ʌv "ðoʊz sˈiːkɪŋ hˈoʊmz." fɹˈuːt ænd ɡɹˈeɪn nˈoʊ dˈaʊt ɡɹˈoʊ sˈʌmwɛɹ ɪn ɪt. wˌʌt aɪ sˈɔː wʌzɐ dˈɛzɚt kɹˈækt ɪn tˈuː baɪ ɐ kˈæzəm sˈɪksti fˈaɪv mˈaɪlz lˈɔŋ. ɪt ɹˈeɪnd ɪnðə nˈaɪt, ænd æt sˈɛvən nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, bˈaʊnd fɔːɹ pˈɔːɹt kəlˈʌmbiə, wiː wˈɔloʊd nˈɔːɹθwɚd ˌaʊɾəv tˈaʊn ɪnðə swˈɛɾɪŋ kˈænvəs kˈʌvɚd stˈeɪdʒ θɹuː pɹaɪmˈiːvəl mˈʌd.