text_original: I slept in some of these lean tos, with my fire going brightly, indifferent to the howl of wolves in chase or the scream of a panther pouncing on its prey. For I was born of the wilderness. It had no terrors for me, nor did I ever feel alone.
text_transcription: I SLEPT IN SOME OF THESE LANE TOMBS WITH MY FIRE GOING BRIGHTLY INDIFFERENT TO THE HOWL OF WOLVES IN CHASE OR THE SCREAM OF A PANTHER POUNCING ON ITS PREY FOR I WAS BORN OF THE WILDERNESS IT HAD NO TERRORS FOR ME NOR DID I EVER FEEL ALONE
phonemes: aɪ slˈɛpt ɪn sˌʌm ʌv ðiːz lˈiːn tˈɑːs, wɪð maɪ fˈaɪɚ ɡˌoʊɪŋ bɹˈaɪtli, ɪndˈɪfɹənt tə ðə hˈaʊl ʌv wˈʊlvz ɪn tʃˈeɪs ɔːɹ ðə skɹˈiːm əvə pˈænθɚ pˈaʊnsɪŋ ˌɔn ɪts pɹˈeɪ. fɔːɹ aɪ wʌz bˈɔːɹn ʌvðə wˈɪldɚnəs. ɪt hæd nˈoʊ tˈɛɹɚz fɔːɹ mˌiː, nˈɔːɹ dˈɪd aɪ ˈɛvɚ fˈiːl ɐlˈoʊn.