text_original: But one day when she sat in front of her sun bathed wigwam a strange longing crept into her heart  a longing to look at the frozen Northland where Poon the Winter King reigned.
text_transcription: BUT ONE DAY WHEN SHE SAT IN FRONT OF HER SON BATHED WIGWAM A STRANGE LONGING CREPT INTO HER HEART A LONGING TO LOOK AT THE FROZEN NORTHLAND WHERE POON THE WINTER KING REIGNED
phonemes: bˌʌt wˈʌn dˈeɪ wɛn ʃiː sˈæt ɪn fɹˈʌnt ʌv hɜː sˈʌn bˈeɪðd wˈɪɡwæm ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒ lˈɔŋɪŋ kɹˈɛpt ˌɪntʊ hɜː hˈɑːɹt ɐ lˈɔŋɪŋ tə lˈʊk æt ðə fɹˈoʊzən nˈɔːɹθlənd wˌɛɹ pˈuːn ðə wˈɪntɚ kˈɪŋ ɹˈeɪnd.