text_original: And in the hollows of yellow sand, without a breath of air to stir, or a drop of moisture, or a firm place for the foot, but a red and fiery haze to go through, it was all a man could do to keep himself from staggering.
text_transcription: AND IN THE HOLLOWS OF YELLOW SAND WITHOUT A BREATH OF AIR TO STIR OR A DROP OF MOISTURE OR A FIRM PLACE FOR THE FOOT BUT A RED AND FIERY HAZE TO GO THROUGH IT WAS ALL A MAN COULD DO TO KEEP HIMSELF FROM STAGGERING
phonemes: ænd ɪnðə hˈɑːloʊz ʌv jˈɛloʊ sˈænd, wɪðˌaʊt ɐ bɹˈɛθ ʌv ˈɛɹ tə stˈɜː, ɔːɹ ɐ dɹˈɑːp ʌv mˈɔɪstʃɚ, ɔːɹ ɐ fˈɜːm plˈeɪs fɚðə fˈʊt, bˌʌt ɐ ɹˈɛd ænd fˈaɪɚɹi hˈeɪz tə ɡˌoʊ θɹˈuː, ɪt wʌz ˈɔːl ɐ mˈæn kʊd dˈuː tə kˈiːp hɪmsˈɛlf fɹʌm stˈæɡɚɹɪŋ.