text_original: In a long and vociferous line we range through the great pine forests or the chestnut woods, poking our sticks into the matted gorse and cistus, banging the tree trunks with resounding blows that echo among the hol  low forest aisles.
text_transcription: IN A LONG AND VOCIFEROUS LINE WE RANGE THROUGH THE GREAT PINE FORESTS OR THE CHESTNUT WOODS POKING OUR STICKS INTO THE MATTED GORSE AND SISTERS BANGING THE TREE TRUNKS WITH RESOUNDING BLOWS THAT ECHO AMONG THE HOLLOW FOREST AISLES
phonemes: ɪn ɐ lˈɔŋ ænd voʊsˈɪfɚɹəs lˈaɪn wiː ɹˈeɪndʒ θɹuː ðə ɡɹˈeɪt pˈaɪn fˈɔːɹɪsts ɔːɹ ðə tʃˈɛstnʌt wˈʊdz, pˈoʊkɪŋ ˌaʊɚ stˈɪks ˌɪntʊ ðə mˈæɾᵻd ɡˈɔːɹs ænd sˈɪstəs, bˈæŋɪŋ ðə tɹˈiː tɹˈʌŋks wɪð ɹᵻzˈaʊndɪŋ blˈoʊz ðæt ˈɛkoʊ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə hˈɑːl lˈoʊ fˈɔːɹɪst ˈaɪəlz.