text_original: The memory of those distant dwellers among the mountains, young and old, is a friendly one, like the others I carry, whether of Wind or Powder Rivers, or the Yellowstone, or wherever Western trails have led me. Yet disappointment and failure were the first things.
text_transcription: THE MEMORY OF THOSE DISTANT DWELLERS AMONG THE MOUNTAINS YOUNG AND OLD IS A FRIENDLY ONE LIKE THE OTHERS I CARRY WHETHER OF WIND OR POWDER RIVERS OR THE YELLOW STONE OR WHEREVER WESTERN TRAILS HAVE LED ME YET DISAPPOINTMENT AND FAILURE WERE THE FIRST THINGS
phonemes: ðə mˈɛmɚɹi ʌv ðoʊz dˈɪstənt dwˈɛlɚz ɐmˌʌŋ ðə mˈaʊntɪnz, jˈʌŋ ænd ˈoʊld, ɪz ɐ fɹˈɛndli wˌʌn, lˈaɪk ðɪ ˈʌðɚz aɪ kˈæɹi, wˈɛðɚɹ ʌv wˈɪnd ɔːɹ pˈaʊdɚ ɹˈɪvɚz, ɔːɹ ðə jˈɛloʊstˌoʊn, ɔːɹ wɛɹˈɛvɚ wˈɛstɚn tɹˈeɪlz hæv lˈɛd mˌiː. jˈɛt dˌɪsɐpˈɔɪntmənt ænd fˈeɪlɪɹ wɜː ðə fˈɜːst θˈɪŋz.