text_original: Suddenly the ground grew lumpy and made up hill. The mare slackened pace; we stopped. Before us, behind, to right and left, white vapour. No sky, no distance, barely the earth. No wind in our faces, no wind anywhere. At first we just got our breath, thought nothing, talked a little.
text_transcription: SUDDENLY THE GROUND GREW LUMPY AND MADE UPHILL THE MARESLACKENED PACE WE STOPPED BEFORE US BEHIND TO RIGHT AND LEFT WHITE VAPOUR NO SKY NO DISTANCE BARELY THE EARTH NO WIND IN OUR FACES NO WIND ANYWHERE AT FIRST WE JUST GOT OUR BREATH THOUGHT NOTHING TALKED A LITTLE
phonemes: sˈʌdənli ðə ɡɹˈaʊnd ɡɹˈuː lˈʌmpi ænd mˌeɪd ˌʌp hˈɪl. ðə mˈɛɹ slˈækənd pˈeɪs; wiː stˈɑːpt. bᵻfˈɔːɹ ˌʌs, bᵻhˈaɪnd, tə ɹˈaɪt ænd lˈɛft, wˈaɪt vˈeɪpɚ. nˈoʊ skˈaɪ, nˈoʊ dˈɪstəns, bˈɛɹli ðɪ ˈɜːθ. nˈoʊ wˈɪnd ɪn ˌaʊɚ fˈeɪsᵻz, nˈoʊ wˈɪnd ˈɛnɪwˌɛɹ. æt fˈɜːst wiː dʒˈʌst ɡɑːt ˌaʊɚ bɹˈɛθ, θˈɔːt nˈʌθɪŋ, tˈɔːkt ɐ lˈɪɾəl.