text_original: The sun was just flooding the slopes when our guest arose to leave, and my father bade him God speed with a heartiness that was rare to him. But, to my bitter regret, neither spoke of my father's going. Being a man of understanding, Mr. Boone knew it were little use to press.
text_transcription: THE SUN WAS JUST FLOODING THE SCOPES WHEN OUR GUEST ROSE TO LEAVE AND MY FATHER BADE HIM GODSPEED WITH A HEARTINESS THAT WAS RARE TO HIM BUT TO MY BITTER REGRET NEITHER SPOKE OF MY FATHER'S GOING BEING A MAN OF UNDERSTANDING MISTER BOONE KNEW IT WERE LITTLE USE TO PRESS
phonemes: ðə sˈʌn wʌz dʒˈʌst flˈʌdɪŋ ðə slˈoʊps wɛn ˌaʊɚ ɡˈɛst ɚɹˈoʊz tə lˈiːv, ænd maɪ fˈɑːðɚ bˈeɪd hˌɪm ɡˈɑːd spˈiːd wɪð ɐ hˈɑːɹtinəs ðæt wʌz ɹˈɛɹ tə hˌɪm. bˌʌt, tə maɪ bˈɪɾɚ ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt, nˈiːðɚ spˈoʊk ʌv maɪ fˈɑːðɚz ɡˈoʊɪŋ. bˌiːɪŋ ɐ mˈæn ʌv ˌʌndɚstˈændɪŋ, mˈɪstɚ. bˈuːn nˈuː ɪt wɜː lˈɪɾəl jˈuːs tə pɹˈɛs.