text_original: I rode out the Wilderness Trail, fell in with other travellers, was welcomed by certain old familiar faces at Harrodstown, and pressed on. I have a vivid recollection of a beloved, vigorous figure swooping out of a cabin door and scattering a brood of children right and left.
text_transcription: I RODE OUT THE WILDERNESS TRAIL FELL IN WITH OTHER TRAVELERS WAS WELCOMED BY CERTAIN OLD FAMILIAR FACES AT HARODSTOWN AND PRESSED ON I HAVE A VIVID RECOLLECTION OF A BELOVED VIGOROUS FIGURE SWOOPING OUT OF A CABIN DOOR AND SCATTERING A BROOD OF CHILDREN RIGHT AND LEFT
phonemes: aɪ ɹˈoʊd ˈaʊt ðə wˈɪldɚnəs tɹˈeɪl, fˈɛl ɪn wɪð ˈʌðɚ tɹˈævɛlɚz, wʌz wˈɛlkʌmd baɪ sˈɜːʔn̩ ˈoʊld fəmˈɪlɪɹ fˈeɪsᵻz æt hˈæɹədstˌaʊn, ænd pɹˈɛst ˈɔn. aɪ hæv ɐ vˈɪvɪd ɹˌɛkəlˈɛkʃən əvə bᵻlˈʌvd, vˈɪɡɚɹəs fˈɪɡjɚ swˈuːpɪŋ ˌaʊɾəv ɐ kˈæbɪn dˈɔːɹ ænd skˈæɾɚɹɪŋ ɐ bɹˈuːd ʌv tʃˈɪldɹən ɹˈaɪt ænd lˈɛft.