text_original: For days and weeks had he fired at it, so far without any success^ but he still had hopes. The gun was ready, cocked wickedly upon its motor mount  ing, covered with branches and daubed with strange blotches of paint to make it less conspicuous.
text_transcription: FOR DAYS AND WEEKS HAD HE FIRED AT IT SO FAR WITHOUT ANY SUCCESS BUT HE STILL HAD HOPES THE GUN WAS READY COCKED WICKEDLY UPON ITS MOTOR MOUNTAIN COVERED WITH BRANCHES AND DAUBED WITH STRANGE BLOSSOMS OF PAINT TO MAKE IT LESS CONSPICUOUS
phonemes: fɔːɹ dˈeɪz ænd wˈiːks hæd hiː fˈaɪɚd ˈæɾɪt, sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ wɪðˌaʊt ˌɛni səksˈɛs bˌʌt hiː stˈɪl hæd hˈoʊps. ðə ɡˈʌn wʌz ɹˈɛdi, kˈɑːkt wˈɪkᵻdli əpˌɑːn ɪts mˈoʊɾɚ mˈaʊnt ˈɪŋ, kˈʌvɚd wɪð bɹˈæntʃᵻz ænd dˈɔːbd wɪð stɹˈeɪndʒ blˈɑːtʃᵻz ʌv pˈeɪnt tə mˌeɪk ɪt lˈɛs kənspˈɪkjuːəs.