text_original: There were many callers at the stone house that evening,  Spanish officers, Creole gentlemen, an English Canadian trader or two. With my elbow on the sill of the open window I watched them awhile, listening with a boy's eagerness to what they had to say of the day's doings.
text_transcription: THERE WERE MANY CALLERS AT THE STONE HOUSE THAT EVENING SPANISH OFFICERS CREOLE GENTLEMAN AN ENGLISH CANADIAN TRADER OR TWO WITH MY ELBOW ON THE SILL OF THE OPEN WINDOW I WATCHED THEM AWHILE LISTENING WITH A BOY'S EAGERNESS TO WHAT THEY HAD TO SAY OF THE DAY'S DOINGS
phonemes: ðɛɹwˌɜː mˈɛni kˈɔːlɚz æt ðə stˈoʊn hˈaʊs ðæt ˈiːvnɪŋ,  spˈænɪʃ ˈɑːfɪsɚz, kɹɪˈoʊl dʒˈɛntəlmən, ɐn ˈɪŋɡlɪʃ kɐnˈeɪdiən tɹˈeɪdɚ ɔːɹ tˈuː. wɪð maɪ ˈɛlboʊ ɔnðə sˈɪl ʌvðɪ ˈoʊpən wˈɪndoʊ aɪ wˈɑːtʃt ðˌɛm ɐwˈaɪl, lˈɪsənɪŋ wɪð ɐ bˈɔɪz ˈiːɡɚnəs tə wʌt ðeɪ hædtə sˈeɪ ʌvðə dˈeɪz dˈuːɪŋz.