text_original: We embarked on the estuary steamer that winter morning just as daylight came full. The sun was on the wing scattering little white clouds, as an eagle might scatter doves. They scurried up before him with their broken feathers tipped and tinged with gold.
text_transcription: WE EMBARKED ON THE ESTUARY STEAMER THAT WINTER MORNING JUST AS DAYLIGHT CAME FULL THE SUN WAS ON THE WINGS SCATTERING LITTLE WHITE CLOUDS AS AN EAGLE MIGHT SCATTER DOVES THEY SCURRIED UP BEFORE HIM WITH THEIR BROKEN FEATHERS TIPPED AND TINGED WITH GOLD
phonemes: wiː ɛmbˈɑːɹkt ɔnðɪ ˈɛstjuːˌɛɹi stˈiːmɚ ðæt wˈɪntɚ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ dʒˈʌst æz dˈeɪlaɪt kˈeɪm fˈʊl. ðə sˈʌn wʌz ɔnðə wˈɪŋ skˈæɾɚɹɪŋ lˈɪɾəl wˈaɪt klˈaʊdz, æz ɐn ˈiːɡəl mˌaɪt skˈæɾɚ dˈʌvz. ðeɪ skˈɜːɹid ˌʌp bᵻfˌɔːɹ hˌɪm wɪð ðɛɹ bɹˈoʊkən fˈɛðɚz tˈɪpt ænd tˈɪndʒd wɪð ɡˈoʊld.