text_original: Then I remembered a slim, wild, sandy haired boy digging his toes in the red mud long ago at the Waxhaws Settlement. And I recalled with a smile my own fierce struggle at the schoolhouse with the same boy, and how his slobbering had been my salvation.
text_transcription: THEN I REMEMBERED A SLIM WILD SANDY HAIRED BOY DIGGING HIS TOES IN THE RED MUD LONG AGO AT THE WAXHALL SETTLEMENT AND I RECALLED WITH A SMILE MY OWN FIERCE STRUGGLE AT THE SCHOOLHOUSE WITH THE SAME BOY AND HOW HIS SLOBBERING HAD BEEN MY SALVATION
phonemes: ðˈɛn aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ɐ slˈɪm, wˈaɪld, sˈændi hˈɛɹd bˈɔɪ dˈɪɡɪŋ hɪz tˈoʊz ɪnðə ɹˈɛd mˈʌd lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ æt ðə wˈækshɔːz sˈɛɾəlmənt. ænd aɪ ɹᵻkˈɔːld wɪð ɐ smˈaɪl maɪ ˈoʊn fˈɪɹs stɹˈʌɡəl æt ðə skˈuːlhaʊs wɪððə sˈeɪm bˈɔɪ, ænd hˌaʊ hɪz slˈɑːbɚɹɪŋ hɐdbɪn maɪ sælvˈeɪʃən.