text_original: A fine, old post road from the East, one that had been fought over by French and Indians and British and trod by Washington, was Dick's main route. He knew it well, for as a boy he had more than once walked it with his guardian.
text_transcription: A FINE OLD POST ROAD FROM THE EAST ONE THAT HAD BEEN FOUGHT OVER BY FRENCH AND INDIANS AND BRITISH AND TROD BY WASHINGTON WAS DICK'S MAIN ROUT HE KNEW IT WELL FOR AS A BOY HE HAD MORE THAN ONCE WALKED IT WITH HIS GUARDIAN
phonemes: ɐ fˈaɪn, ˈoʊld pˈoʊst ɹˈoʊd fɹʌmðɪ ˈiːst, wˈʌn ðæt hɐdbɪn fˈɔːt ˌoʊvɚ baɪ fɹˈɛntʃ ænd ˈɪndiənz ænd bɹˈɪɾɪʃ ænd tɹˈɑːd baɪ wˈɑːʃɪŋtən, wʌz dˈɪks mˈeɪn ɹˈaʊt. hiː nˈuː ɪt wˈɛl, fɔːɹ æz ɐ bˈɔɪ hiː hæd mˈɔːɹ ðɐn wˈʌns wˈɔːkt ɪt wɪð hɪz ɡˈɑːɹdiən.