text_original: Scenting a sensation, I hurried along the wooded trace at a dog trot, and when I came in sight of the cabin there was Mrs. Cowan sitting on the step, holding in her long but motherly arms something bundled up in nettle linen, while Tom stood sheepishly by, staring at it.
text_transcription: SCENTING A SENSATION I HURRIED ALONG THE WOODED TRACE AT A DOG TROT AND WHEN I CAME IN SIGHT OF THE CABIN THERE WAS MISSUS COWEN SITTING ON THE STEP HOLDING IN HER LONG BUT MOTHERLY ARMS SOMETHING BUNDLED UP IN METAL LINEN WHILE TOM STOOD SHEEPISHLY BY STARING AT IT
phonemes: sˈɛntɪŋ ɐ sɛnsˈeɪʃən, aɪ hˈɜːɹid ɐlˈɔŋ ðə wˈʊdᵻd tɹˈeɪs æɾə dˈɑːɡ tɹˈɑːt, ænd wɛn aɪ kˈeɪm ɪn sˈaɪt ʌvðə kˈæbɪn ðɛɹwˌʌz mˈɪsɪz. kˈaʊən sˈɪɾɪŋ ɔnðə stˈɛp, hˈoʊldɪŋ ɪn hɜː lˈɔŋ bˌʌt mˈʌðɚli ˈɑːɹmz sˈʌmθɪŋ bˈʌndəld ˌʌp ɪn nˈɛɾəl lˈɪnɪn, wˌaɪl tˈɑːm stˈʊd ʃˈiːpɪʃli bˈaɪ, stˈɛɹɪŋ ˈæɾɪt.