text_original: At seven I even shot the long rifle, with a rest. I learned to endure cold and hunger and fatigue and to walk in silence over the mountains, my father never saying a word for days at a spell.
text_transcription: AT SEVEN I EVEN SHOT THE LONG RIFLE WITH A REST I LEARNED TO ENDURE COLD AND HUNGER AND FATIGUE AND TO WALK IN SILENCE OVER THE MOUNTAINS MY FATHER NEVER SAYING A WORD FOR DAYS AT A SPELL
phonemes: æt sˈɛvən aɪ ˈiːvən ʃˈɑːt ðə lˈɔŋ ɹˈaɪfəl, wɪð ɐ ɹˈɛst. aɪ lˈɜːnd tʊ ɛndˈʊɹ kˈoʊld ænd hˈʌŋɡɚɹ ænd fɐtˈiːɡ ænd tə wˈɔːk ɪn sˈaɪləns ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈaʊntɪnz, maɪ fˈɑːðɚ nˈɛvɚ sˈeɪɪŋ ɐ wˈɜːd fɔːɹ dˈeɪz æɾə spˈɛl.