text_original: Still the descent grew steeper. We stopped, and Father Clever felt for the bank with his whip to be sure we were on the road. Then we heard the sound of rushing, angry waters, mingled with the roar of the wind, and he seemed to hesitate about going on, but we could not very well stay there, and he once more put his horses in motion, while we held fast and prayed Go TO BoAEDiNa School. 23 silently to the great Deliverer.
text_transcription: STILL THE DESCENT GREW STEEPER WE STOPPED AND FATHER OLIVER FELT FOR THE BANK WITH HIS WHIP TO BE SURE WE WERE ON THE ROAD THEN WE HEARD THE SOUND OF RUSHING ANGRY WATERS MINGLED WITH THE ROAR OF THE WIND AND HE SEEMED TO HESITATE ABOUT GOING ON BUT WE COULD NOT VERY WELL STAY THERE AND HE ONCE MORE PUT HIS HORSES IN MOTION WHILE WE HELD FAST AND PRAYED SILENTLY TO THE GREAT DELIVERER
phonemes: stˈɪl ðə dᵻsˈɛnt ɡɹˈuː stˈiːpɚ. wiː stˈɑːpt, ænd fˈɑːðɚ klˈɛvɚ fˈɛlt fɚðə bˈæŋk wɪð hɪz wˈɪp təbi ʃˈʊɹ wiː wɜːɹ ɔnðə ɹˈoʊd. ðˈɛn wiː hˈɜːd ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv ɹˈʌʃɪŋ, ˈæŋɡɹi wˈɔːɾɚz, mˈɪŋɡəld wɪððə ɹˈɔːɹ ʌvðə wˈɪnd, ænd hiː sˈiːmd tə hˈɛzᵻtˌeɪt ɐbˌaʊt ɡˌoʊɪŋ ˈɔn, bˌʌt wiː kʊd nˌɑːt vˈɛɹi wˈɛl stˈeɪ ðˈɛɹ, ænd hiː wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ pˌʊt hɪz hˈɔːɹsᵻz ɪn mˈoʊʃən, wˌaɪl wiː hˈɛld fˈæst ænd pɹˈeɪd ɡˌoʊ tuː bˈoʊ ˌeɪˈiː dˈaɪ nˈɑː skˈuːl. twˈɛnti θɹˈiː sˈaɪləntli tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪt dᵻlˈɪvɚɹɚ.