text_original: And at night we would gather at the fire around our new emigrants to listen to the stories they had to tell,  familiar stories to all of us. Sometimes it had been the gobble of a wild turkey that had lured to danger, again a wood owl had cried strangely in the night.
text_transcription: AND AT NIGHT WE WOULD GATHER AT THE FIRE AROUND OUR NEW EMIGRANTS TO LISTEN TO THE STORIES THEY HAD TO TELL FAMILIAR STORIES TO ALL OF US SOMETIMES IT HAD BEEN THE GOBBLE OF A WILD TURKEY THAT HAD LURED TO DANGER AGAIN A WOOD OWL HAD CRIED STRANGELY IN THE NIGHT
phonemes: ænd æt nˈaɪt wiː wʊd ɡˈæðɚɹ æt ðə fˈaɪɚɹ ɚɹˈaʊnd ˌaʊɚ nˈuː ˈɛmɪɡɹənts tə lˈɪsən tə ðə stˈɔːɹiz ðeɪ hædtə tˈɛl,  fəmˈɪlɪɹ stˈɔːɹiz tʊ ˈɔːl ʌv ˌʌs. sˈʌmtaɪmz ɪt hɐdbɪn ðə ɡˈɑːbəl əvə wˈaɪld tˈɜːki ðæt hæd lˈʊɹd tə dˈeɪndʒɚ, ɐɡˈɛn ɐ wˈʊd ˈaʊl hæd kɹˈaɪd stɹˈeɪndʒli ɪnðə nˈaɪt.