text_original: As I rounded the corner of the house and came in sight of the porch I halted  by no will of my own  at the sight of a figure sunken in a wooden chair. It was that of my old Colonel.
text_transcription: AS I ROUNDED THE CORNER OF THE HOUSE AND CAME IN SIGHT OF THE PORCH I HALTED BY NO WILL OF MY OWN AT THE SIGHT OF A FIGURE SUNKEN IN A WOODEN CHAIR IT WAS THAT OF MY OLD COLONEL
phonemes: æz aɪ ɹˈaʊndᵻd ðə kˈɔːɹnɚɹ ʌvðə hˈaʊs ænd kˈeɪm ɪn sˈaɪt ʌvðə pˈɔːɹtʃ aɪ hˈɔltᵻd baɪ nˈoʊ wɪl ʌv maɪ ˈoʊn æt ðə sˈaɪt əvə fˈɪɡjɚ sˈʌŋkən ɪn ɐ wˈʊdən tʃˈɛɹ. ɪt wʌz ðæt ʌv maɪ ˈoʊld kˈɜːnəl.