text_original: Then came a chillness, a faint clutching over the heart. The mare snuffled; we turned and made down hill. And still the mist thickened, and seemed to darken ever so little; we went slowly, suddenly doubtful of all that was in front.
text_transcription: THEN CAME A CHILLNESS A FAINT CLUTCHING OVER THE HEART THE MARE SNUFFLED WE TURNED AND MADE DOWNHILL AND STILL THE MIST THICKENED AND SEEMED TO DARKEN EVER SO LITTLE WE WENT SLOWLY SUDDENLY DOUBTFUL OF ALL THAT WAS IN FRONT
phonemes: ðˈɛn kˈeɪm ɐ tʃˈɪlnəs, ɐ fˈeɪnt klˈʌtʃɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə hˈɑːɹt. ðə mˈɛɹ snˈʌfəld; wiː tˈɜːnd ænd mˌeɪd dˌaʊn hˈɪl. ænd stˈɪl ðə mˈɪst θˈɪkənd, ænd sˈiːmd tə dˈɑːɹkən ˈɛvɚ sˌoʊ lˈɪɾəl; wiː wɛnt slˈoʊli, sˈʌdənli dˈaʊtfəl ʌv ˈɔːl ðæt wʌz ɪn fɹˈʌnt.