text_original: The senses are all on the strain as they are directed to the left rear. Just then a dark moving mass flits by between the willows on the trail, and soon emerges in full view, but again to disappear in a slight depression passed by the trail.
text_transcription: THE SENSES ARE ALL ON THE STRAIN AS THEY ARE DIRECTED TO THE LEFT REAR JUST THEN A DARK MOVING MASS FLITS BY BETWEEN THE WILLOWS ON THE TRAIL AND SOON EMERGES IN FULL VIEW BUT AGAIN TO DISAPPEAR IN A SLIGHT DEPRESSION PASSED BY THE TRAIL
phonemes: ðə sˈɛnsᵻz ɑːɹ ˈɔːl ɔnðə stɹˈeɪn æz ðeɪ ɑːɹ dᵻɹˈɛktᵻd tə ðə lˈɛft ɹˈɪɹ. dʒˈʌst ðˈɛn ɐ dˈɑːɹk mˈuːvɪŋ mˈæs flˈɪts baɪ bᵻtwˌiːn ðə wˈɪloʊz ɔnðə tɹˈeɪl, ænd sˈuːn ɪmˈɜːdʒᵻz ɪn fˈʊl vjˈuː, bˌʌt ɐɡˈɛn tə dˌɪsɐpˈɪɹ ɪn ɐ slˈaɪt dᵻpɹˈɛʃən pˈæst baɪ ðə tɹˈeɪl.