text_original: The chance neighbor or traveller was no less struck with wonder. And many the time have I heard the query, at the Cross Roads and elsewhere, "Whar Alec Trimble got his larnin'?" The truth is, my father was an object of suspicion to the frontiersmen. Even as a child I knew this, and resented it.
text_transcription: THE CHANCE NEIGHBOR OR TRAVELLER WAS NO LESS STRUCK WITH WONDER AND MANY THE TIME HAD I HEARD THE QUERY AT THE CROSS ROADS AND ELSEWHERE OR I TREMBLE GOD IN LEARNING THE TRUTH IS MY FATHER WAS AN OBJECT OF SUSPICION TO THE FRONTIERSMAN EVEN AS A CHILD I KNEW THIS AND RESENTED IT
phonemes: ðə tʃˈæns nˈeɪbɚ ɔːɹ tɹˈævəlɚ wʌz nˈoʊ lˈɛs stɹˈʌk wɪð wˈʌndɚ. ænd mˈɛni ðə tˈaɪm hæv aɪ hˈɜːd ðə kwˈiəɹi, æt ðə kɹˈɔs ɹˈoʊdz ænd ˈɛlswɛɹ, "wˈɔːɹ ˈælɪk tɹˈɪmbəl ɡɑːt hɪz lˈɑːɹnɪn?" ðə tɹˈuːθ ɪz, maɪ fˈɑːðɚ wʌz ɐn ˈɑːbdʒɛkt ʌv səspˈɪʃən tə ðə fɹˈʌntɪɹzmˌɛn. ˈiːvən æz ɐ tʃˈaɪld aɪ nˈuː ðˈɪs, ænd ɹᵻzˈɛntᵻd ɪt.