text_original: I was cleaning the long rifle,  a labor I loved,  when suddenly I looked up, startled to see a man standing in front of me. How he got there I know not. I stared at him.
text_transcription: I WAS CLEANING THE LONG RIFLE A LABOUR I LOVED WHEN SUDDENLY I LOOKED UP STARTLED TO SEE A MAN STANDING IN FRONT OF ME HOW HE GOT THERE I KNOW NOT I STARED AT HIM
phonemes: aɪ wʌz klˈiːnɪŋ ðə lˈɔŋ ɹˈaɪfəl,  ɐ lˈeɪbɚɹ aɪ lˈʌvd,  wˌɛn sˈʌdənli aɪ lˈʊkt ˈʌp, stˈɑːɹɾəld tə sˈiː ɐ mˈæn stˈændɪŋ ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv mˌiː. hˌaʊ hiː ɡɑːt ðɛɹ aɪ nˈoʊ nˈɑːt. aɪ stˈɛɹd æt hˌɪm.