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.
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
phonemes: stˈɪl ðə dᵻsˈɛnt ɡɹˈuː stˈiːpɚ. wiː stˈɑːpt, ænd fˈɑːðɚ klˈɛvɚ fˈɛlt fɚðə bˈæŋk wɪð hɪz wˈɪp təbi ʃˈʊɹ wiː wɜːɹ ɔnðə ɹˈoʊd.