text_original: He advanced proudly into the vaulted cavern, which 320 HANS OF ICELAND. echoed and re echoed the sound of his footsteps, not deign  ing even a glance at the stalactites and the century  old columns of hasalt which towered above him amid mosses, lichen, and ivy, — a confused medley of weird forms, from which the superstitious credulity of the Norwegian country  folk had more than once created hosts of evil spirits or long processions of ghosts.
text_transcription: HE ADVANCED PROUDLY INTO THE VAULTED CAVERN WHICH ECHOED AND RE ECHOED THE SOUND OF HIS FOOTSTEPS NOT DEIGNING EVEN A GLANCE AT THE STALACTITES AND THE CENTURY OLD COLUMNS OF BASALT WHICH TOWERED ABOVE HIM AMID MOSSES LICHEN AND IVY A CONFUSED MEDLEY OF WEIRD FORMS FROM WHICH THE SUPERSTITIOUS CREDULITY OF THE NORWEGIAN COUNTRY FOLK HAD MORE THAN ONCE CREATED HOSTS OF EVIL SPIRITS OR LONG PROCESSIONS OF GHOSTS
phonemes: hiː ɐdvˈænst pɹˈaʊdli ˌɪntʊ ðə vˈɔltᵻd kˈævɚn, wˌɪtʃ θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. ˈɛkoʊd ænd ɹˌiː ˈɛkoʊd ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv hɪz fˈʊtstɛps, nˌɑːt dˈeɪn ˈɪŋ ˈiːvən ɐ ɡlˈæns æt ðə stɐlˈæktaɪts ænd ðə sˈɛntʃɚɹi ˈoʊld kˈɑːlʌmz ʌv hˈeɪzɔlt wˌɪtʃ tˈaʊɚd əbˌʌv hˌɪm ɐmˈɪd mˈɔsᵻz, lˈaɪkən, ænd ˈaɪvi, — ɐ kənfjˈuːzd mˈɛdli ʌv wˈɪɹd fˈɔːɹmz, fɹʌm wˈɪtʃ ðə sˌuːpɚstˈɪʃəs kɹɛdʒˈuːlᵻɾi ʌvðə nɔːɹwˈiːdʒən kˈʌntɹi fˈoʊk hæd mˈɔːɹ ðɐn wˈʌns kɹiːˈeɪɾᵻd hˈoʊsts ʌv ˈiːvəl spˈɪɹɪts ɔːɹ lˈɔŋ pɹəsˈɛʃənz ʌv ɡˈoʊsts.