text_original: One page of this manuscript might have told of a fearful winter, when the snow lay in great drifts in the bare woods, when Tom and I fashioned canoes or noggins out of the great roots, when a new and feminine bit of humanity cried in the bark cradle, and Polly Ann sewed deer leather.
text_transcription: ONE PAGE OF THIS MANUSCRIPT MIGHT HAVE TOLD OF A FEARFUL WINTER WHEN THE SNOW LAY IN GREAT DRIFTS IN THE BARE WOODS WHEN TOM AND I FASHIONED CANOES OR NOGGINS OUT OF THE GREAT ROOTS WHEN A NEW AND FEMININE BIT OF HUMANITY CRIED IN THE BARK CRADLE AND POLLYAN SOWED DEER LEATHER
phonemes: wˈʌn pˈeɪdʒ ʌv ðɪs mˈænjuːskɹˌɪpt mˌaɪthɐv tˈoʊld əvə fˈɪɹfəl wˈɪntɚ, wˌɛn ðə snˈoʊ lˈeɪ ɪn ɡɹˈeɪt dɹˈɪfts ɪnðə bˈɛɹ wˈʊdz, wˌɛn tˈɑːm ænd aɪ fˈæʃənd kənˈuːz ɔːɹ nˈɑːɡɪnz ˌaʊɾəv ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ɹˈuːts, wˌɛn ɐ nˈuː ænd fˈɛmᵻnˌɪn bˈɪt ʌv hjuːmˈænᵻɾi kɹˈaɪd ɪnðə bˈɑːɹk kɹˈeɪdəl, ænd pˈɑːli ˈæn sˈoʊd dˈɪɹ lˈɛðɚ.