text_original: No wind in our faces, no wind anywhere. At first we just got our breath, thought nothing, talked a little. Then came a chillness, a faint clutching over the heart. The mare snuffled; we turned and made down hill.
text_transcription: NO WIND IN OUR FACES NO WIND ANYWHERE AT FIRST WE JUST GOT OUR BREATH THOUGHT NOTHING TALKED A LITTLE THEN CAME A CHILLNESS A FAINT CLUTCHING OVER THE HEART THE MARE SNUFFLED WE TURNED AND MADE DOWNHILL
phonemes: nˈoʊ wˈɪnd ɪn ˌaʊɚ fˈeɪsᵻz, nˈoʊ wˈɪnd ˈɛnɪwˌɛɹ. æt fˈɜːst wiː dʒˈʌst ɡɑːt ˌaʊɚ bɹˈɛθ, θˈɔːt nˈʌθɪŋ, tˈɔːkt ɐ lˈɪɾəl. ðˈɛn kˈeɪm ɐ tʃˈɪlnəs, ɐ fˈeɪnt klˈʌtʃɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə hˈɑːɹt. ðə mˈɛɹ snˈʌfəld; wiː tˈɜːnd ænd mˌeɪd dˌaʊn hˈɪl.