text_original: Yet I blessed the change. A sight of running water once more, even of this overbearing flood, and of hills however dreary, was exhilaration after the degraded, stingy monotony of the Big Bend.
text_transcription: YET I BLESSED THE CHANGE A SIGHT OF RUNNING WATER ONCE MORE EVEN IN THIS OVERBEARING FLOOD AND OF HILLS HOWEVER DREARY WAS EXHILARATION AFTER THE DEGRADED STINGY MONOTONY OF THE BIG BEND
phonemes: jˈɛt aɪ blˈɛst ðə tʃˈeɪndʒ. ɐ sˈaɪt ʌv ɹˈʌnɪŋ wˈɔːɾɚ wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ, ˈiːvən ʌv ðɪs ˌoʊvɚbˈɛɹɪŋ flˈʌd, ænd ʌv hˈɪlz haʊˈɛvɚ dɹˈɪɹi, wʌz ɛɡzˌɪlɐɹˈeɪʃən ˈæftɚ ðə dᵻɡɹˈeɪdᵻd, stˈɪndʒi mənˈɑːtəni ʌvðə bˈɪɡ bˈɛnd.