ðɪs hˈɪl ʃiː sˈɛz hɜː nˈeɪʃən kˈɔːlz ðə bˈiːvɚz hˈɛd, fɹʌm ɐ kənsˈiːvd ɹᵻzˈɛmbləns ʌv ɪts fˈɪɡjɚ tə ðə hˈɛd ʌv ðæt ˈænɪməl...ˌæzɪtˌɪz nˈaʊ ˈɔːl ɪmpˈoːɹtənt wɪð ˌʌs tə mˈiːt wɪð ðoʊz pˈiːpəl æz sˈuːn æz pˈɑːsᵻbəl aɪ dɪtˈɜːmɪnd tə pɹəsˈiːd təmˈɑːɹoʊ wɪð ɐ smˈɔːl pˈɑːɹɾi...ænd pˈæs ðə mˈaʊntɪnz tə ðə kəlˈʌmbiə; ænd dˌaʊn ðæt ɹˈɪvɚɹ ʌntˈɪl aɪ fˈaʊnd ðɪ ˈɪndiənz...wɪðˌaʊt hˈɔːɹsᵻz wiːʃˌɐl biː əblˈaɪdʒd tə lˈiːv ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt pˈɑːɹt ʌv ˌaʊɚ stˈoːɹz...
This hill she says her nation calls the Beaver's Head, from a conceived resemblance of its figure to the head of that animal...as it is now all important with us to meet with those people as soon as possible I determined to proceed tomorrow with a small party...and pass the mountains to the Columbia; and down that river until I found the Indians...without horses we shall be obliged to leave a great part of our stores...