text_original: One day a huge Congo chief, not long from Africa, nearly killed an overseer, and escaped to the swamp. As the day fell, we heard the baying of the bloodhounds hot upon his trail. More ominous still, a sound like a rising wind came from the direction of the quarters.
text_transcription: ONE DAY A HUGE CONGO CHIEF NOT LONG FROM AFRICA NEARLY KILLED AN OVERSEER AND ESCAPED TO THE SWAMP AS THE DAY FELL WE HEARD THE BAYING OF THE BLOODHOUNDS HOT UPON HIS TRAIL MORE OMINOUS STILL A SOUND LIKE A RISING WIND CAME FROM THE DIRECTION OF THE QUARTERS
phonemes: wˈʌn dˈeɪ ɐ hjˈuːdʒ kˈɑːŋɡoʊ tʃˈiːf, nˌɑːt lˈɔŋ fɹʌm ˈæfɹɪkə, nˌɪɹli kˈɪld ɐn ˌoʊvɚsˈiːɚ, ænd ɛskˈeɪpt tə ðə swˈɑːmp. æz ðə dˈeɪ fˈɛl, wiː hˈɜːd ðə bˈeɪɪŋ ʌvðə blˈʌdhaʊndz hˈɑːt əpˌɑːn hɪz tɹˈeɪl. mˈɔːɹ ˈɑːmɪnəs stˈɪl, ɐ sˈaʊnd lˈaɪk ɐ ɹˈaɪzɪŋ wˈɪnd kˈeɪm fɹʌmðə dᵻɹˈɛkʃən ʌvðə kwˈɔːɹɾɚz.