text_original: Then the whirlwind, rushing violently into the 342 HANS OF ICELAND. well, was lost above him in a prolonged moan. He went down and down, and yet seemed scarcely nearer to the subterranean light. He went on without losing heart, never looking below lest he should become dizzy and fall.
text_transcription: THEN THE WHIRLWIND RUSHING VIOLENTLY INTO THE WELL WAS LOST ABOVE HIM IN A PROLONGED MOAN HE WENT DOWN AND DOWN AND YET SEEMED SCARCELY NEARER TO THE SUBTERRANEAN LIGHT HE WENT ON WITHOUT LOSING HEART NEVER LOOKING BELOW LEST HE SHOULD BECOME DIZZY AND FALL
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðə wˈɜːlwɪnd, ɹˈʌʃɪŋ vˈaɪələntli ˌɪntʊ ðə θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi tˈuː hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. wˈɛl, wʌz lˈɔst əbˌʌv hˌɪm ɪn ɐ pɹəlˈɔŋd mˈoʊn. hiː wɛnt dˌaʊn ænd dˈaʊn, ænd jˈɛt sˈiːmd skˈɛɹsli nˈɪɹɚ tə ðə sˌʌbtɪɹˈeɪniən lˈaɪt. hiː wɛnt ˌɔn wɪðˌaʊt lˈuːzɪŋ hˈɑːɹt, nˈɛvɚ lˈʊkɪŋ bᵻlˌoʊ lˈɛst hiː ʃˌʊd bɪkˌʌm dˈɪzi ænd fˈɔːl.