text_original: "Was there ever sech a wedding journey!" said Polly Ann, as we sat about the fire, for the mountain air was chill. "And Tom and Davy as grave as parsons. Ye'd guess one of you was Rutherford himself, and the other Mr. Boone."
text_transcription: WAS THERE EVER SUCH A WEDDING JOURNEY SAID POLLYAN AS WE SET ABOUT THE FIRE FOR THE MOUNTAIN AIR WAS CHILL AND TOM AND DAVY AS GRAVE AS PARSONS YE GUESSED ONE OF YOU WAS RUTHERFORD HIMSELF AND THE OTHER MISTER BOONE
phonemes: "wʌz ðɛɹ ˈɛvɚ sˈɛtʃ ɐ wˈɛdɪŋ dʒˈɜːni!" sˈɛd pˈɑːli ˈæn, æz wiː sˈæt ɐbˌaʊt ðə fˈaɪɚ, fɚðə mˈaʊntɪn ˈɛɹ wʌz tʃˈɪl. "ænd tˈɑːm ænd dˈeɪvi æz ɡɹˈeɪv æz pˈɑːɹsənz. jiːd ɡˈɛs wˈʌn ʌv juː wʌz ɹˈʌðɚfɚd hɪmsˈɛlf, ænd ðɪ ˈʌðɚ mˈɪstɚ. bˈuːn."