text_original: So one day, when Polly Ann was gone across the ridge, I took down the long rifle from the buckhorns over the hearth, and the hunting knife and powder horn and pouch beside it, and trudged up the slope to a game trail I discovered.
text_transcription: SO ONE DAY WHEN POLLYANN WAS GONE ACROSS THE RIDGE I TOOK DOWN THE LONG RIFLE FROM THE BUCKHORNS OVER THE HEARTH AND THE HUNTING KNIFE AND POWDER HORN AND POUCH BESIDE IT AND TRUDGED UP THE SLOPE TO A GAME TRAIL I DISCOVERED
phonemes: sˌoʊ wˈʌn dˈeɪ, wˌɛn pˈɑːli ˈæn wʌz ɡɔn əkɹˌɑːs ðə ɹˈɪdʒ, aɪ tˈʊk dˌaʊn ðə lˈɔŋ ɹˈaɪfəl fɹʌmðə bˈʌkhɔːɹnz ˌoʊvɚ ðə hˈɑːɹθ, ænd ðə hˈʌntɪŋ nˈaɪf ænd pˈaʊdɚ hˈɔːɹn ænd pˈaʊtʃ bᵻsˈaɪd ɪt, ænd tɹˈʌdʒd ˌʌp ðə slˈoʊp tʊ ɐ ɡˈeɪm tɹˈeɪl aɪ dɪskˈʌvɚd.