text_original: Why, at one moment, had we thought it finer than anything on earth to risk the breaking of our necks; and the next, shuddered at being lost in the darkening mist with winter night fast coming on?
text_transcription: WHY AT ONE MOMENT HAD WE THOUGHT IT FINER THAN ANYTHING ON EARTH TO RISK THE BREAKING OF OUR NECKS AND THE NEXT SHUDDERED AT BEING LOST IN THE DARKENING MIST WITH WINTER NIGHT FAST COMING ON
phonemes: wˈaɪ, æt wˈʌn mˈoʊmənt, hæd wiː θˈɔːt ɪt fˈaɪnɚ ðɐn ˈɛnɪθˌɪŋ ˌɔn ˈɜːθ tə ɹˈɪsk ðə bɹˈeɪkɪŋ ʌv ˌaʊɚ nˈɛks; ænd ðə nˈɛkst, ʃˈʌdɚd æt bˌiːɪŋ lˈɔst ɪnðə dˈɑːɹkənɪŋ mˈɪst wɪð wˈɪntɚ nˈaɪt fˈæst kˈʌmɪŋ ˈɔn?