text_original: T     had been making up his mind it was a stone. The goat turned his head our way, but did not rise. He was two hundred yards across a split in the mountain, and the wind blowing hard. T     wanted me to shoot, but I did not dare to run such a chance.
text_transcription: TEA HAD BEEN MAKING UP HIS MIND IT WAS A STONE THE GOAT TURNED HIS HEAD OUR WAY BUT DID NOT RISE HE WAS TWO HUNDRED YARDS ACROSS A SPLIT IN THE MOUNTAIN AND THE WIND BLOWING HARD T WANTED ME TO SHOOT BUT I DID NOT DARE TO RUN SUCH A CHANCE
phonemes: tˈiː hɐdbɪn mˌeɪkɪŋ ˌʌp hɪz mˈaɪnd ɪt wʌzɐ stˈoʊn. ðə ɡˈoʊt tˈɜːnd hɪz hˈɛd ˌaʊɚ wˈeɪ, bˌʌt dɪdnˌɑːt ɹˈaɪz. hiː wʌz tˈuː hˈʌndɹɪd jˈɑːɹdz əkɹˌɑːs ɐ splˈɪt ɪnðə mˈaʊntɪn, ænd ðə wˈɪnd blˈoʊɪŋ hˈɑːɹd. tˈiː wˈɔntᵻd mˌiː tə ʃˈuːt, bˌʌt aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt dˈɛɹ tə ɹˈʌn sˈʌtʃ ɐ tʃˈæns.