text_original: I remember I sat on the squared log of the door step, wondering whether, if I were to make my way to Salisbury, I could fall in with a party going across the mountains into Kentucky. And wondering, likewise, what Polly Ann would do without me.
text_transcription: I REMEMBER I SAT ON THE SQUARED LOG AT THE DOORSTEP WONDERING WHETHER IF I WERE TO MAKE MY WAY TO SALISBURY I COULD FALL IN WITH A PARTY GOING ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS INTO KENTUCKY AND WONDERING LIKEWISE WHAT POLLYAN WOULD DO WITHOUT ME
phonemes: aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚɹ aɪ sˈæt ɔnðə skwˈɛɹd lˈɔɡ ʌvðə dˈɔːɹ stˈɛp, wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ wˈɛðɚ, ɪf aɪ wɜː tə mˌeɪk maɪ wˈeɪ tə sˈɔːlsbɹi, aɪ kʊd fˈɔːl ɪn wɪð ɐ pˈɑːɹɾi ɡˌoʊɪŋ əkɹˌɑːs ðə mˈaʊntɪnz ˌɪntʊ kɛntˈʌki. ænd wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ, lˈaɪkwaɪz, wˌʌt pˈɑːli ˈæn wʊd dˈuː wɪðˈaʊt mˌiː.