text_original: From the distant forest came the mournful hoot of an owl. "And you are going back?" asked my father, presently. "Aye, that I am. There are many families on the Yadkin below going, too. And you, neighbor, you might come with us. Davy is the boy that would thrive in that country." My father did not answer.
text_transcription: FROM THE DISTANT FOREST CAME THE MOURNFUL HOOT OF AN OWL AND ARE YOU GOING BACK ASKED MY FATHER PRESENTLY AY THAT I AM THERE ARE MANY FAMILIES ON THE YAK AND BELOW GONE TOO AND YOU NEBRA YOU MIGHT COME WITH US DAVE IS THE BOY THAT WOULD THRIVE IN THAT COUNTRY MY FATHER DID NOT ANSWER
phonemes: fɹʌmðə dˈɪstənt fˈɔːɹɪst kˈeɪm ðə mˈɔːɹnfəl hˈuːt əvən ˈaʊl. "ænd juː ɑːɹ ɡˌoʊɪŋ bˈæk?" ˈæskt maɪ fˈɑːðɚ, pɹˈɛzəntli. "ˈaɪ, ðæt aɪˈæm. ðɛɹˌɑːɹ mˈɛni fˈæmɪliz ɔnðə jˈædkɪn bᵻlˌoʊ ɡˈoʊɪŋ, tˈuː. ænd juː, nˈeɪbɚ, juː mˌaɪt kˈʌm wɪð ˌʌs. dˈeɪvi ɪz ðə bˈɔɪ ðæt wʊd θɹˈaɪv ɪn ðæt kˈʌntɹi." maɪ fˈɑːðɚ dɪdnˌɑːt ˈænsɚ.