text_original: right on me apparently, but really fifty yards to the left rear, stands a black mass that must be the bear. I rise cautiously to a sitting position, and as he stands, looking wistfully up toward the old horse, I pull away at his side.
text_transcription: RIGHT ON ME APPARENTLY BUT REALLY FIFTY YARDS TO THE LEFT REAR STANDS A BLACK MASS THAT MUST BE THE BEAR I RISE CAUTIOUSLY TO A SITTING POSITION AND AS HE STANDS LOOKING WISTFULLY UP TOWARD THE OLD HORSE I PULL AWAY AT HIS SIDE
phonemes: ɹˈaɪt ˌɔn mˌiː ɐpˈæɹəntli, bˌʌt ɹˈiəli fˈɪfti jˈɑːɹdz tə ðə lˈɛft ɹˈɪɹ, stˈændz ɐ blˈæk mˈæs ðæt mˈʌst biː ðə bˈɛɹ. aɪ ɹˈaɪz kˈɔːʃəsli tʊ ɐ sˈɪɾɪŋ pəzˈɪʃən, ænd æz hiː stˈændz, lˈʊkɪŋ wˈɪstfəli ˌʌp təwˈɔːɹd ðɪ ˈoʊld hˈɔːɹs, aɪ pˈʊl ɐwˈeɪ æt hɪz sˈaɪd.