text_original: In the long winter evenings, when the howl of wolves and "painters" rose as the wind lulled, he taught me to read from the Bible and the "Pilgrim's Progress." I can see his long, slim fingers on the page.
text_transcription: IN THE LONG WINTER EVENINGS WHEN THE HOWL OF WOLVES AND PAINTERS ROSE AS THE WIND LULLED HE TAUGHT ME TO READ FROM THE BIBLE AND THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS I CAN SEE HIS LONG SLIM FINGERS ON THE PAGE
phonemes: ɪnðə lˈɔŋ wˈɪntɚɹ ˈiːvnɪŋz, wˌɛn ðə hˈaʊl ʌv wˈʊlvz ænd "pˈeɪntɚz" ɹˈoʊz æz ðə wˈɪnd lˈʌld, hiː tˈɔːt mˌiː tə ɹˈiːd fɹʌmðə bˈaɪbəl ænd ðə "pˈɪlɡɹɪmz pɹˈɑːɡɹɛs." aɪ kæn sˈiː hɪz lˈɔŋ, slˈɪm fˈɪŋɡɚz ɔnðə pˈeɪdʒ.