text_original: Mr. McKair lived south of it in a rough stone house — the manor of the neighborhood — with half a dozen slave huts ranged before the kitchen door, and the gateway between his grounds and the village, as seen from the upper windows of our house, was, to me, the boundary between the kno^vn and the unknown, the dread por  tal through which came Adam, the poor old ragged slave, with whom my nurse threatened me when I did not do as she wished.
text_transcription: MISTER MC NAIR LIVED SOUTH OF IT IN A ROUGH STONE HOUSE THE MANOR OF THE NEIGHBOURHOOD WITH HALF A DOZEN SLAVE HUTS RANGED BEFORE THE KITCHEN DOOR AND THE GATEWAY BETWEEN HIS GROUNDS AND THE VILLAGE AS SEEN FROM THE UPPER WINDOWS OF OUR HOUSE WAS TO ME THE BOUNDARY BETWEEN THE KNOWN AND THE UNKNOWN THE DREAD PORTAL THROUGH WHICH CAME ADAM THE POOR OLD RAGGED SLAVE WITH WHOM MY NURSE THREATENED ME WHEN I DID NOT DO AS SHE WISHED
phonemes: mˈɪstɚ. mə kˈaɪɚ lˈɪvd sˈaʊθ ʌv ɪɾ ɪn ɐ ɹˈʌf stˈoʊn hˈaʊs — ðə mˈænɚɹ ʌvðə nˈeɪbɚhˌʊd — wɪð hˈæf ɐ dˈʌzən slˈeɪv hˈʌts ɹˈeɪndʒd bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə kˈɪtʃən dˈɔːɹ, ænd ðə ɡˈeɪtweɪ bᵻtwˌiːn hɪz ɡɹˈaʊndz ænd ðə vˈɪlɪdʒ, æz sˈiːn fɹʌmðɪ ˌʌpɚ wˈɪndoʊz ʌv ˌaʊɚ hˈaʊs, wʌz, tə mˌiː, ðə bˈaʊndɚɹi bᵻtwˌiːn ðə nˈoʊ vˌiːˈɛn ænd ðɪ ʌnnˈoʊn, ðə dɹˈɛd pˈɔːɹ tˈæl θɹuː wˌɪtʃ kˈeɪm ˈædəm, ðə pˈʊɹ ˈoʊld ɹˈæɡᵻd slˈeɪv, wɪð hˈuːm maɪ nˈɜːs θɹˈɛʔn̩d mˌiː wɛn aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt dˈuː æz ʃiː wˈɪʃt.