text_original: Twice the whirring of startled waterfowl frightened me out of my senses, but ambition pricked me on in spite of fear. I may have gone a mile thus, perchance two or three, straining every sense, when a sound brought me to a stand.
text_transcription: TWICE THE WHIRLING OF STARTLED WATERFOWL FRIGHTENED ME OUT OF MY SENSES BUT AMBITION PRICKED ME ON IN SPITE OF FEAR I MAY HAVE GONE A MILE THUS PERCHANCE TWO OR THREE STRAINING EVERY SENSE WHEN A SOUND BROUGHT ME TO A STAND
phonemes: twˈaɪs ðə wˈɜːɹɪŋ ʌv stˈɑːɹɾəld wˈɔːɾɚfˌaʊl fɹˈaɪʔn̩d mˌiː ˌaʊɾəv maɪ sˈɛnsᵻz, bˌʌt æmbˈɪʃən pɹˈɪkt mˌiː ˌɔn ɪn spˈaɪt ʌv fˈɪɹ. aɪ mˌeɪhɐv ɡɔn ɐ mˈaɪl ðˈʌs, pɚtʃˈæns tˈuː ɔːɹ θɹˈiː, stɹˈeɪnɪŋ ˈɛvɹi sˈɛns, wˌɛn ɐ sˈaʊnd bɹˈɔːt mˌiː tʊ ɐ stˈænd.