text_original: And in both our minds rose red images of hideous foes skulking behind his brave form as he trod the forest floor. Polly Ann was not the woman to whimper. And yet I have but dim recollections of this journey. It was no hardship to a lad brought up in woodcraft.
text_transcription: AND IN BOTH OUR MINDS ROSE RED IMAGES OF HIDEOUS FOES SKULKING BEHIND HIS BRAVE FORM AS HE TROD THE FOREST FLOOR POLLYANNE WAS NOT THE WOMAN TO WHIPPER AND YET I HAVE BUT DIM RECOLLECTIONS OF THIS JOURNEY IT WAS NO HARDSHIP TO A LAD BROUGHT UP IN WOODCRAFT
phonemes: ænd ɪn bˈoʊθ ˌaʊɚ mˈaɪndz ɹˈoʊz ɹˈɛd ˈɪmɪdʒᵻz ʌv hˈɪdiəs fˈoʊz skˈʌlkɪŋ bᵻhˌaɪnd hɪz bɹˈeɪv fˈɔːɹm æz hiː tɹˈɑːd ðə fˈɔːɹɪst flˈɔːɹ. pˈɑːli ˈæn wʌz nˌɑːt ðə wˈʊmən tə wˈɪmpɚ. ænd jˈɛt aɪ hæv bˌʌt dˈɪm ɹˌɛkəlˈɛkʃənz ʌv ðɪs dʒˈɜːni. ɪt wʌz nˈoʊ hˈɑːɹdʃɪp tʊ ɐ lˈæd bɹˈɔːt ˌʌp ɪn wˈʊdkɹæft.