text_original: I had never known fear in the woods at night. But now I trembled as I felt my way down the ladder, and groped and stumbled through the black attic for the stairs. Every noise I made seemed louder an hundred fold than the battle had been, and when I barked my shins, the pain was sharper than a knife.
text_transcription: I HAD NEVER KNOWN FEAR IN THE WOODS AT NIGHT BUT NOW I TREMBLED AS I FELT MY WAY DOWN THE LADDER AND GROPED AND STUMBLED THROUGH THE BLACK ATTIC FOR THE STAIRS EVERY NOISE I MADE SEEMED LOUDER AND HUNDREDFOLD THAN THE BATTLE HAD BEEN AND WHEN I BARKED MY SHINS THE PAIN WAS SHARPER THAN A KNIFE
phonemes: aɪ hæd nˈɛvɚ nˈoʊn fˈɪɹ ɪnðə wˈʊdz æt nˈaɪt. bˌʌt nˈaʊ aɪ tɹˈɛmbəld æz aɪ fˈɛlt maɪ wˈeɪ dˌaʊn ðə lˈædɚ, ænd ɡɹˈoʊpt ænd stˈʌmbəld θɹuː ðə blˈæk ˈæɾɪk fɚðə stˈɛɹz. ˈɛvɹi nˈɔɪz aɪ mˌeɪd sˈiːmd lˈaʊdɚɹ æn hˈʌndɹɪd fˈoʊld ðɐn ðə bˈæɾəl hɐdbɪn, ænd wɛn aɪ bˈɑːɹkt maɪ ʃˈɪnz, ðə pˈeɪn wʌz ʃˈɑːɹpɚ ðˌænə nˈaɪf.