text_original: But in those days a man was a man, and scarce enough on the Wilderness Trail in that year of '77. So we started away from Carter's Valley on a bright Saturday morning, the grass glistening after a week's rain, the road sodden, and the smell of the summer earth heavy.
text_transcription: BUT IN THOSE DAYS A MAN WAS A MAN AND SCARCE ENOUGH ON THE WILDERNESS TRAIL IN THAT YEAR OF SEVENTY SEVEN SO WE STARTED AWAY FROM CARTER'S VALLEY ON A BRIGHT SATURDAY MORNING THE GRASS GLISTENING OVER A WEEK'S RAIN THE ROAD SODDEN AND THE SMELL OF THE SUMMER EARTH HEAVY
phonemes: bˌʌt ɪn ðoʊz dˈeɪz ɐ mˈæn wʌzɐ mˈæn, ænd skˈɛɹs ɪnˈʌf ɔnðə wˈɪldɚnəs tɹˈeɪl ɪn ðæt jˈɪɹ ʌv sˈɛvənti sˈɛvən. sˌoʊ wiː stˈɑːɹɾᵻd ɐwˈeɪ fɹʌm kˈɑːɹɾɚz vˈæli ˌɔn ɐ bɹˈaɪt sˈæɾɚdˌeɪ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ, ðə ɡɹˈæs ɡlˈɪsənɪŋ ˈæftɚɹ ɐ wˈiːks ɹˈeɪn, ðə ɹˈoʊd sˈɑːdən, ænd ðə smˈɛl ʌvðə sˈʌmɚɹ ˈɜːθ hˈɛvi.