text_original: It was the Hungry Wolf. Sorrow was in his voice, and he bore messages from the twenty great chiefs who stood beyond. They were come to express their abhorrence of the night's doings, of which they were as innocent as the deer of the forest.
text_transcription: IT WAS THE HUNGRY WOLF SORROW WAS IN HIS VOICE AND HE BORE MESSAGES FROM THE TWENTY GREAT CHIEFS WHO STOOD BEYOND THEY WERE COME TO EXPRESS THEIR ABHORRENCE OF THE NIGHT'S DOINGS OF WHICH THEY WERE AS INNOCENT AS THE DEER OF THE FOREST
phonemes: ɪt wʌzðə hˈʌŋɡɹi wˈʊlf. sˈɑːɹoʊ wʌz ɪn hɪz vˈɔɪs, ænd hiː bˈɔːɹ mˈɛsɪdʒᵻz fɹʌmðə twˈɛnti ɡɹˈeɪt tʃˈiːfs hˌuː stˈʊd bᵻjˈɔnd. ðeɪ wɜː kˈʌm tʊ ɛkspɹˈɛs ðɛɹ ɐbhˈɔɹəns ʌvðə nˈaɪts dˈuːɪŋz, ʌvwˈɪtʃ ðeɪ wɜːɹ æz ˈɪnəsənt æz ðə dˈɪɹ ʌvðə fˈɔːɹɪst.