text_original: That was the fairy tale of my childhood. Far into the night I lay on the dewy grass listening to Mr. Boone's talk. It did not at first flow in a steady stream, for he was not a garrulous man, but my father's questions presently fired his enthusiasm.
text_transcription: THAT WAS THE FAIRY TALE OF MY CHILDHOOD FAR INTO THE NIGHT I LAY ON THE DEWY GRASS LISTENING TO MISTER BOONE'S TALK IT DID NOT AT FIRST FLOW IN A STEADY STREAM FOR HE WAS NOT A GARRULOUS MAN BUT MY FATHER'S QUESTIONS PRESENTLY FIRED HIS ENTHUSIASM
phonemes: ðæt wʌzðə fˈɛɹi tˈeɪl ʌv maɪ tʃˈaɪldhʊd. fˈɑːɹ ˌɪntʊ ðə nˈaɪt aɪ lˈeɪ ɔnðə dˈuːi ɡɹˈæs lˈɪsənɪŋ tə mˈɪstɚ. bˈuːnz tˈɔːk. ɪt dɪdnˌɑːt æt fˈɜːst flˈoʊ ɪn ɐ stˈɛdi stɹˈiːm, fɔːɹ hiː wʌz nˌɑːɾə ɡˈæɹələs mˈæn, bˌʌt maɪ fˈɑːðɚz kwˈɛstʃənz pɹˈɛzəntli fˈaɪɚd hɪz ɛnθˈuːziˌæzəm.