text_original: I saw him coming from the porch of the house, a tall slim figure in a hunting shirt  that fitted to perfection  and cavalry boots. His face, his carriage, his quick movement and stride filled my notion of a hero, and my instinct told me he was a gentleman born.
text_transcription: I SAW HIM COMING FROM THE PORCH OF THE HOUSE A TALL SLIM FIGURE IN A HUNTING SHIRT THAT FITTED TO PERFECTION AND CAVALRY BOOTS HIS FACE HIS CARRIAGE HIS QUICK MOVEMENT AND STRIDE FILLED MY NOTION OF A HERO AND MY INSTINCT TOLD ME HE WAS A GENTLEMAN BORN
phonemes: aɪ sˈɔː hˌɪm kˈʌmɪŋ fɹʌmðə pˈɔːɹtʃ ʌvðə hˈaʊs, ɐ tˈɔːl slˈɪm fˈɪɡjɚɹ ɪn ɐ hˈʌntɪŋ ʃˈɜːt ðæt fˈɪɾᵻd tə pɚfˈɛkʃən ænd kˈævəlɹi bˈuːts. hɪz fˈeɪs, hɪz kˈæɹɪdʒ, hɪz kwˈɪk mˈuːvmənt ænd stɹˈaɪd fˈɪld maɪ nˈoʊʃən əvə hˈiəɹoʊ, ænd maɪ ˈɪnstɪŋkt tˈoʊld mˌiː hiː wʌzɐ dʒˈɛntəlmən bˈɔːɹn.