text_original: There was a real dread in his heart when, without warning, one night early in December, he listened to a cheerful voice which he scarcely recognized, calling to him over the telephone, "Hello, Ingraham!  this is Cowder  how are you?"
text_transcription: THERE WAS A REAL DREAD IN HIS HEART WHEN WITHOUT WARNING ONE NIGHT EARLY IN DECEMBER HE LISTENED TO A CHEERFUL VOICE WHICH HE SCARCELY RECOGNISED CALLING TO HIM OVER THE TELEPHONE HELLO INGRAM THIS IS POWDER HOW ARE YOU
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌʌz ɐ ɹˈiːəl dɹˈɛd ɪn hɪz hˈɑːɹt wˈɛn, wɪðˌaʊt wˈɔːɹnɪŋ, wˈʌn nˈaɪt ˈɜːli ɪn dᵻsˈɛmbɚ, hiː lˈɪsənd tʊ ɐ tʃˈɪɹfəl vˈɔɪs wˌɪtʃ hiː skˈɛɹsli ɹˈɛkəɡnˌaɪzd, kˈɔːlɪŋ tə hˌɪm ˌoʊvɚ ðə tˈɛlᵻfˌoʊn, "həlˈoʊ, ɪŋɡɹˈeɪəm!  ðɪs ɪz kˈaʊdɚ hˈaʊ ɑːɹ juː?"