text_original: At length we could stand no more the repression that silence and watching put upon us, and when a rotten bank gave way and flung Polly Ann and the sorrel mare into a creek, even Weldon smiled as we pulled her, bedraggled and laughing, from the muddy water. This was after we had ferried the Rockcastle River. Our trace rose and fell over height and valley, until we knew that we were come to a wonderland at last.
text_transcription: AT LENGTH WE COULD STAND NO MORE THE REPRESSION THAT SILENCE AND WATCHING PUT UPON US AND WHEN A ROTTEN BANK GAVE WAY AND FLUNG POLLYAN AND THE SORREL MARE INTO A CREEK EVEN WELDON SMILED AS WE PULLED HER BEDRAGGLED AND LAUGHING FROM THE MUDDY WATER THIS WAS AFTER WE HAD FERRIED THE ROCK CASTLE RIVER OUR TRACE ROSE AND FELL OVER HEIGHT AND VALLEY UNTIL WE KNEW THAT WE WERE COME TO A WONDERLAND AT LAST
phonemes: æt lˈɛŋθ wiː kʊd stˈænd nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðə ɹᵻpɹˈɛʃən ðæt sˈaɪləns ænd wˈɑːtʃɪŋ pˈʊt əpˌɑːn ˌʌs, ænd wɛn ɐ ɹˈɑːʔn̩ bˈæŋk ɡˈeɪv wˈeɪ ænd flˈʌŋ pˈɑːli ˈæn ænd ðə sˈɔɹəl mˈɛɹ ˌɪntʊ ɐ kɹˈiːk, ˈiːvən wˈɛldən smˈaɪld æz wiː pˈʊld hɜː, bᵻdɹˈæɡəld ænd lˈæfɪŋ, fɹʌmðə mˈʌdi wˈɔːɾɚ. ðɪs wʌz ˈæftɚ wiː hæd fˈɛɹid ðə ɹˈɑːkkæsəl ɹˈɪvɚ. ˌaʊɚ tɹˈeɪs ɹˈoʊz ænd fˈɛl ˌoʊvɚ hˈaɪt ænd vˈæli, ʌntˈɪl wiː nˈuː ðæt wiː wɜː kˈʌm tʊ ɐ wˈʌndɚlənd æt lˈæst.