text_original: But I, cradled in woodcraft, had heard plainly a man creeping through the underbrush beside us. Fear of the Congo chief and pity for the wretch tore at my heart. Suddenly there loomed in front of us, on the path, a great, naked man.
text_transcription: BUT I CRADLED IN WOODCRAFT HAD HEARD PLAINLY A MAN CREEPING THROUGH THE UNDERBRUSH BESIDE US FEAR OF THE CONGO CHIEF AND PITY FOR THE WRETCH TORE AT MY HEART SUDDENLY THERE LOOMED IN FRONT OF US ON THE PATH A GREAT NAKED MAN
phonemes: bˌʌt ˈaɪ, kɹˈeɪdəld ɪn wˈʊdkɹæft, hæd hˈɜːd plˈeɪnli ɐ mˈæn kɹˈiːpɪŋ θɹuː ðɪ ˌʌndɚbɹˈʌʃ bᵻsˈaɪd ˌʌs. fˈɪɹ ʌvðə kˈɑːŋɡoʊ tʃˈiːf ænd pˈɪɾi fɚðə ɹˈɛtʃ tˈɔːɹ æt maɪ hˈɑːɹt. sˈʌdənli ðɛɹ lˈuːmd ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv ˌʌs, ɔnðə pˈæθ, ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt, nˈeɪkᵻd mˈæn.