text_original: When the Colonel's back was turned I slipped away beyond the range of the firelight, and I was soon on the prairie, stumbling over hummocks and floundering into ponds, yet going as quietly as I could, turning now and again to look back at the distant glow or to listen to the rifles popping around the fort.
text_transcription: WHEN THE COLONEL'S BACK WAS TURNED I SLIPPED AWAY BEYOND THE RANGE OF THE FIRELIGHT AND I WAS SOON ON THE PRAIRIE STUMBLING OVER HUMMOCKS AND FLOUNDERING INTO PONDS YET GOING AS QUIETLY AS I COULD TURNING NOW AND AGAIN TO LOOK BACK AT THE DISTANT GLOW OR TO LISTEN TO THE RIFLES POPPING AROUND THE FORT
phonemes: wˌɛn ðə kˈɜːnəlz bˈæk wʌz tˈɜːnd aɪ slˈɪpt ɐwˈeɪ bᵻjˌɔnd ðə ɹˈeɪndʒ ʌvðə fˈaɪɚlaɪt, ænd aɪ wʌz sˈuːn ɔnðə pɹˈɛɹi, stˈʌmblɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ hˈʌməks ænd flˈaʊndɚɹɪŋ ˌɪntʊ pˈɑːndz, jˈɛt ɡˌoʊɪŋ æz kwˈaɪətli æz aɪ kˈʊd, tˈɜːnɪŋ nˈaʊ ænd ɐɡˈɛn tə lˈʊk bˈæk æt ðə dˈɪstənt ɡlˈoʊ ɔːɹ tə lˈɪsən tə ðə ɹˈaɪfəlz pˈɑːpɪŋ ɚɹˈaʊnd ðə fˈɔːɹt.