text_original: But the next time I went to the Cross Roads the woman drove me away with curses, and called me an aristocrat. Wearily I tramped back the dozen miles up the creek, beside the mare, carrying my pelts with me; stumbling on the stones, and scratched by the dry briers.
text_transcription: BUT THE NEXT TIME I WENT TO THE CROSSROADS THE WOMAN DROVE ME AWAY WITH CURSES AND CALLED ME AN ARISTOCRAT WEARILY I TRAMPED BACK THE DOZEN MILES UP THE CREEK BESIDE THE MARE CARRYING MY PELTS WITH ME STUMBLING ON THE STONES AND STRETCHED BY THE DRY BRIARS
phonemes: bˌʌt ðə nˈɛkst tˈaɪm aɪ wɛnt tə ðə kɹˈɔs ɹˈoʊdz ðə wˈʊmən dɹˈoʊv mˌiː ɐwˈeɪ wɪð kˈɜːsᵻz, ænd kˈɔːld mˌiː ɐn ɚɹˈɪstəkɹˌæt. wˈɪɹili aɪ tɹˈæmpt bˈæk ðə dˈʌzən mˈaɪlz ˌʌp ðə kɹˈiːk, bᵻsˌaɪd ðə mˈɛɹ, kˈæɹiɪŋ maɪ pˈɛlts wɪð mˌiː; stˈʌmblɪŋ ɔnðə stˈoʊnz, ænd skɹˈætʃt baɪ ðə dɹˈaɪ bɹˈaɪɚz.