text_original: We were not too soon. A new storm had set in by next morning, and the unshod horses made their journey down the mountain, a most odious descent for man and beast, in the sliding snow. But down on the Twispt it was yet only autumn, with no snow at all.
text_transcription: WE WERE NOT TOO SOON A NEW STORM HAD SET IN BY NEXT MORNING AND THE UNSHOD HORSES MADE THEIR JOURNEY DOWN THE MOUNTAIN A MOST ODIOUS DESCENT FOR MAN AND BEAST IN THE SLIDING SNOW BUT DOWN ON THE TWIST IT WAS YET ONLY AUTUMN WITH NO SNOW AT ALL
phonemes: wiː wɜː nˌɑːt tˈuː sˈuːn. ɐ nˈuː stˈɔːɹm hæd sˈɛt ɪn baɪ nˈɛkst mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ænd ðɪ ʌnʃˈɑːd hˈɔːɹsᵻz mˌeɪd ðɛɹ dʒˈɜːni dˌaʊn ðə mˈaʊntɪn, ɐ mˈoʊst ˈoʊdiəs dᵻsˈɛnt fɔːɹ mˈæn ænd bˈiːst, ɪnðə slˈaɪdɪŋ snˈoʊ. bˌʌt dˌaʊn ɔnðə twˈɪspt ɪt wʌz jˈɛt ˈoʊnli ˈɔːɾʌm, wɪð nˈoʊ snˈoʊ æɾ ˈɔːl.