text_original: The heat from the dropping sun, not far now above the moorline, struck full into the ferns and long grass of the bank where I was sitting, and the midges rioted on me in this last warmth.
text_transcription: THE HEAT FROM THE DROPPING SUN NOT FAR NOW ABOVE THE MOOR LINE STRUCK FULL INTO THE FERNS AND LONG GRASS OF THE BANK WHERE I WAS SITTING AND THE MIDGES RIOTED ON ME IN THIS LAST WARMTH
phonemes: ðə hˈiːt fɹʌmðə dɹˈɑːpɪŋ sˈʌn, nˌɑːt fˈɑːɹ nˈaʊ əbˌʌv ðə mˈʊɹlaɪn, stɹˈʌk fˈʊl ˌɪntʊ ðə fˈɜːnz ænd lˈɔŋ ɡɹˈæs ʌvðə bˈæŋk wˌɛɹ aɪ wʌz sˈɪɾɪŋ, ænd ðə mˈɪdʒᵻz ɹˈaɪəɾᵻd ˌɔn mˌiː ɪn ðɪs lˈæst wˈɔːɹmθ.