text_original: It was wonderful to me how he chose his way through the mountains. Once in a while we caught sight of a yellow blaze in a tree, made by himself scarce a month gone, when he came southward alone to fetch Polly Ann.
text_transcription: IT WAS WONDERFUL TO ME HOW HE CHOSE HIS WAY THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS ONCE IN A WHILE WE CAUGHT SIGHT OF A YELLOW BLAZE IN A TREE MADE BY HIMSELF SCARCE A MONTH GONE WHEN HE CAME SOUTHWARD ALONE TO FETCH POLLYAN
phonemes: ɪt wʌz wˈʌndɚfəl tə mˌiː hˌaʊ hiː tʃˈoʊz hɪz wˈeɪ θɹuː ðə mˈaʊntɪnz. wˈʌns ɪn ɐ wˈaɪl wiː kˈɔːt sˈaɪt əvə jˈɛloʊ blˈeɪz ɪn ɐ tɹˈiː, mˌeɪd baɪ hɪmsˈɛlf skˈɛɹs ɐ mˈʌnθ ɡˈɔn, wˌɛn hiː kˈeɪm sˈaʊθwɚd ɐlˈoʊn tə fˈɛtʃ pˈɑːli ˈæn.