text_original: There were neither signs nor sounds save Nature's own, the hoot of the wood owl, the distant bark of a mountain wolf, the whir of a partridge as she left her brood.
text_transcription: THERE WERE NEITHER SIGNS NOR SOUNDS SAVE NATURE'S OWN THE HOOT OF THE WOOD OWL THE DISTANT BARK OF A MOUNTAIN WOLF THE WHIR OF A PORTRAITS AS SHE LEFT HER BROOD
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌɜː nˈiːðɚ sˈaɪnz nˈɔːɹ sˈaʊndz sˈeɪv nˈeɪtʃɚz ˈoʊn, ðə hˈuːt ʌvðə wˈʊd ˈaʊl, ðə dˈɪstənt bˈɑːɹk əvə mˈaʊntɪn wˈʊlf, ðə wˈɜːɹ əvə pˈɑːɹtɹɪdʒ æz ʃiː lˈɛft hɜː bɹˈuːd.