text_original: At the time of which I write, my early childhood, he was a frontiersman and hunter. I can see him now, with his hunting shirt and leggings and moccasins; his powder horn, engraved with wondrous scenes; his bullet pouch and tomahawk and hunting knife. He was a tall, lean man with a strange, sad face.
text_transcription: AT THE TIME OF WHICH I WRITE MY EARLY CHILDHOOD HE WAS A FRONTIERSMAN AND HUNTER I CAN SEE HIM NOW WITH HIS HUNTING SHIRT AND LEGGINGS AND MOCCASINS HIS POWDER HORN ENGRAVED WITH WONDROUS SCENES HIS BULLET POUCH AND TOMAHAWK AND HUNTING KNIFE HE WAS A TALL LEAN MAN WITH A STRANGE SAD FACE
phonemes: æt ðə tˈaɪm ʌvwˈɪtʃ aɪ ɹˈaɪt, maɪ ˈɜːli tʃˈaɪldhʊd, hiː wʌzɐ fɹˈʌntɪɹzmən ænd hˈʌntɚ. aɪ kæn sˈiː hˌɪm nˈaʊ, wɪð hɪz hˈʌntɪŋ ʃˈɜːt ænd lˈɛɡɪŋz ænd mˈɑːkəsɪnz; hɪz pˈaʊdɚ hˈɔːɹn, ɛŋɡɹˈeɪvd wɪð wˈʌndɹəs sˈiːnz; hɪz bˈʊlɪt pˈaʊtʃ ænd tˈɑːmɐhˌɔːk ænd hˈʌntɪŋ nˈaɪf. hiː wʌzɐ tˈɔːl, lˈiːn mˈæn wɪð ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ, sˈæd fˈeɪs.