text_original: Hark! the crackling of brush almost behind me. It is a moment of intense interest, for I don't know where he will appear. My attention is kept constantly to the rear and left rear. No more noise. What has become of him? It is getting very dark, and maybe it was a mistake. Presently, there!
text_transcription: HARK THE CRACKLING OF BRUSH ALMOST BEHIND ME IN A MOMENT OF INTENSE INTEREST FOR I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU WILL APPEAR MY ATTENTION IS KEPT CONSTANTLY TO THE REAR IN THE LEFT REAR NO MORE NOISE WHAT HAS BECOME OF EM IT IS GETTING VERY DARK AND MAYBE IT WAS A MISTAKE PRESENTLY THERE
phonemes: hˈɑːɹk! ðə kɹˈæklɪŋ ʌv bɹˈʌʃ ˈɔːlmoʊst bᵻhˈaɪnd mˌiː. ɪɾ ɪz ɐ mˈoʊmənt ʌv ɪntˈɛns ˈɪntɹɛst, fɔːɹ aɪ dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ wˌɛɹ hiː wɪl ɐpˈɪɹ. maɪ ɐtˈɛnʃən ɪz kˈɛpt kˈɑːnstəntli tə ðə ɹˈɪɹ ænd lˈɛft ɹˈɪɹ. nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ nˈɔɪz. wˌʌt hɐz bɪkˈʌm ʌv hˌɪm? ɪɾ ɪz ɡˌɛɾɪŋ vˈɛɹi dˈɑːɹk, ænd mˈeɪbiː ɪt wʌzɐ mɪstˈeɪk. pɹˈɛzəntli, ðˈɛɹ!