text_original: In the evening, when my work was done, I often lay on the banks of the stream staring at the high ridge (its ragged edges the setting sun burned a molten gold), and the thought grew on me that I might make my way over the mountains into that land beyond, and find Tom for Polly Ann. I even climbed the watershed to the east as far as the O'Hara farm, to sound that big Irishman about the trail.
text_transcription: IN THE EVENINGS WHEN MY WORK WAS DONE I OFTEN LAY ON THE BANKS OF THE STREAM STARING AT THE HIGH RIDGE ITS RAGGED EDGES THE SETTING SUN BURNED OF MOLT AND GOLD AND THE THOUGHT GREW ON ME THAT I MIGHT MAKE MY WAY OVER THE MOUNTAINS INTO THE LAND BEYOND AND FIND TIME FOR POLLY ANN I EVEN CLIMBED THE WATERSHED TO THE EAST AS FAR AS THE O'HARA FARM TO SOUND THAT BIG IRISHMAN ABOUT THE TRAIL
phonemes: ɪnðɪ ˈiːvnɪŋ, wˌɛn maɪ wˈɜːk wʌz dˈʌn, aɪ ˈɔfən lˈeɪ ɔnðə bˈæŋks ʌvðə stɹˈiːm stˈɛɹɪŋ æt ðə hˈaɪ ɹˈɪdʒ (ɪts ɹˈæɡᵻd ˈɛdʒᵻz ðə sˈɛɾɪŋ sˈʌn bˈɜːnd ɐ mˈoʊltən ɡˈoʊld), ænd ðə θˈɔːt ɡɹˈuː ˌɔn mˌiː ðæt aɪ mˌaɪt mˌeɪk maɪ wˈeɪ ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈaʊntɪnz ˌɪntʊ ðæt lˈænd bᵻjˈɔnd, ænd fˈaɪnd tˈɑːm fɔːɹ pˈɑːli ˈæn. aɪ ˈiːvən klˈaɪmd ðə wˈɔːɾɚʃˌɛd tə ðɪ ˈiːst æz fˈɑːɹ æz ðɪ oʊhˈɑːɹɹə fˈɑːɹm, tə sˈaʊnd ðæt bˈɪɡ ˈaɪɹɪʃmən ɐbˌaʊt ðə tɹˈeɪl.