ðɪs lˈɪɾəl ɹˈeɪlweɪ ɪz ˈeɪ "ʃˈoʊ" lˈaɪn ʌvðə hˈaɪɪst ˈɔːɹdɚ, fɔːɹ ɪt dˈaɪvz kwˈɪkli ɐmˌʌŋst ðə mˈaʊntɪnz, bɹˈʌʃɪŋ ðə fɹˈɪndʒ ʌv ɪmˈɛns fˈɔːɹɪsts, ænd æt wˈʌn pˈɔɪnt ɡˈɪvɪŋ ɐ nˌɪɹ vjˈuː, ʌvðə hˈænd sˌʌm mˌɔntɪzˈuːmə fˈɔːlzsˌoʊ nˌɪɹ ðætðə spɹˈeɪ ˈæktʃuːəli dˈæʃᵻz æt tˈaɪmz ɐɡˈɛnst ðə kˈæɹɪdʒ wˈɪn dˈaʊz.
This little railway is a "show" line of the highest order, for it dives quickly amongst the mountains, brushing the fringe of immense forests, and at one point giving a near view, of the hand- some Montezuma Falls-so near that the spray actually dashes at times against the carriage win- dows.