text_original: He looked white, and huge, and strange; and somehow I had a sense of personality about him more vivid than any since I watched my first silver tip lift a rotten log, and, sitting on his hind legs, make a breakfast on beetles, picking them off the log with one paw.
text_transcription: HE LOOKED WHITE AND HUGE AND STRANGE AND SOMEHOW I HAD A SENSE OF PERSONALITY ABOUT HIM MORE VIVID THAN ANY SINCE I WATCHED MY FIRST SILVER TIP LIFT A ROTTEN LOG AND SITTING ON HIS HIND LEGS MAKE A BREAKFAST ON BEETLES PICKING THEM OFF THE LOG WITH ONE PAW
phonemes: hiː lˈʊkt wˈaɪt, ænd hjˈuːdʒ, ænd stɹˈeɪndʒ; ænd sˈʌmhaʊ aɪ hæd ɐ sˈɛns ʌv pˌɜːsənˈælᵻɾi ɐbˌaʊt hˌɪm mˈɔːɹ vˈɪvɪd ðɐn ˌɛni sˈɪns aɪ wˈɑːtʃt maɪ fˈɜːst sˈɪlvɚ tˈɪp lˈɪft ɐ ɹˈɑːʔn̩ lˈɔɡ, ænd, sˈɪɾɪŋ ˌɔn hɪz hˈaɪnd lˈɛɡz, mˌeɪk ɐ bɹˈɛkfəst ˌɔn bˈiːɾəlz, pˈɪkɪŋ ðˌɛm ˈɔf ðə lˈɔɡ wɪð wˈʌn pˈɔː.