text_original: Without, the fierce war cry of the Shawanees that I knew so well echoed around the log walls, and the door trembled with a blow. The children awoke, crying. There was no time to think; my great fear was that the devil in the cabin would kill Polly Ann. Just then I heard her calling out to me.
text_transcription: WITHOUT THE FIERCE WAR CRY OF THE SHAWNEES THAT I KNEW SO WELL ECHOED AROUND THE LONG WALLS AND THE DOOR TREMBLED WITH A BLOW THE CHILDREN AWOKE CRYING THERE WAS NO TIME TO THINK MY GREAT FEAR WAS THAT THE DEVIL IN THE CABIN WOULD KILL POLLYANN JUST THEN I HEARD HER CALLING OUT TO ME
phonemes: wɪðˈaʊt, ðə fˈɪɹs wˈɔːɹ kɹˈaɪ ʌvðə ʃˈæwɐnˌiːz ðæt aɪ nˈuː sˌoʊ wˈɛl ˈɛkoʊd ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə lˈɔɡ wˈɔːlz, ænd ðə dˈɔːɹ tɹˈɛmbəld wɪð ɐ blˈoʊ. ðə tʃˈɪldɹən ɐwˈoʊk, kɹˈaɪɪŋ. ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ tˈaɪm tə θˈɪŋk; maɪ ɡɹˈeɪt fˈɪɹ wʌz ðætðə dˈɛvəl ɪnðə kˈæbɪn wʊd kˈɪl pˈɑːli ˈæn. dʒˈʌst ðˈɛn aɪ hˈɜːd hɜː kˈɔːlɪŋ ˈaʊt tə mˌiː.