text_original: I fired, aiming behind the goat's head. He did not rise, but turned his head round. The white bead of my Lyman sight had not showed well against the white animal, and I thought I had missed him. Then I fired again, and he rolled very little  six inches  and lay quiet.
text_transcription: I FIRED AIMING BEHIND THE GOAT'S HEAD HE DID NOT RISE BUT TURNED HIS HEAD AROUND THE WHITE BEAD OF MY LIME IN SIGHT HAD NOT SHOWED WELL AGAINST THE WHITE ANIMAL AND I THOUGHT I HAD MISSED HIM THEN I FIRED AGAIN AND HE ROLLED VERY LITTLE SIX INCHES AND LAY QUIET
phonemes: aɪ fˈaɪɚd, ˈeɪmɪŋ bᵻhˌaɪnd ðə ɡˈoʊts hˈɛd. hiː dɪdnˌɑːt ɹˈaɪz, bˌʌt tˈɜːnd hɪz hˈɛd ɹˈaʊnd. ðə wˈaɪt bˈiːd ʌv maɪ lˈaɪmən sˈaɪt hæd nˌɑːt ʃˈoʊd wˈɛl ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈaɪt ˈænɪməl, ænd aɪ θˈɔːt aɪ hæd mˈɪst hˌɪm. ðˈɛn aɪ fˈaɪɚd ɐɡˈɛn, ænd hiː ɹˈoʊld vˈɛɹi lˈɪɾəl sˈɪks ˈɪntʃᵻz ænd lˈeɪ kwˈaɪət.