text_original: Half an hour passed. It grew brighter. The rain ceased, and a new moon shot out between the leaves. I seized his arm. "What's that?" I whispered. "A deer." But I, cradled in woodcraft, had heard plainly a man creeping through the underbrush beside us.
text_transcription: HALF AN HOUR PASSED IT GREW BRIGHTER THE RAIN CEASED AND A NEW MOON SHOT OUT BETWEEN THE LEAVES I SEIZED HIS ARM WHAT'S THAT I WHISPERED A DEER BUT I CRADLED IN WOODCRAFT HAD HEARD PLAINLY A MAN CREEPING THROUGH THE UNDERBRUSH BESIDE US
phonemes: hˈæf ɐn ˈaʊɚ pˈæst. ɪt ɡɹˈuː bɹˈaɪɾɚ. ðə ɹˈeɪn sˈiːst, ænd ɐ nˈuː mˈuːn ʃˈɑːt ˈaʊt bᵻtwˌiːn ðə lˈiːvz. aɪ sˈiːzd hɪz ˈɑːɹm. "wˌʌts ðˈæt?" aɪ wˈɪspɚd. "ɐ dˈɪɹ." bˌʌt ˈaɪ, kɹˈeɪdəld ɪn wˈʊdkɹæft, hæd hˈɜːd plˈeɪnli ɐ mˈæn kɹˈiːpɪŋ θɹuː ðɪ ˌʌndɚbɹˈʌʃ bᵻsˈaɪd ˌʌs.