text_original: '" For a time they were silent, each wrapped in his own thought, while the crickets chirped and the frogs sang. From the distant forest came the mournful hoot of an owl. "And you are going back?" asked my father, presently.
text_transcription: FOR A TIME THEY WERE SILENT EACH RAPT IN HIS OWN THOUGHT WHILE THE CRICKETS CHIRPED AND THE FROG SANG FROM THE DISTANT FOREST CAME THE MOURNFUL HOOT OF AN OWL AND ARE YOU GOING BACK ASKED MY FATHER PRESENTLY
phonemes: " fɚɹə tˈaɪm ðeɪ wɜː sˈaɪlənt, ˈiːtʃ ɹˈæpt ɪn hɪz ˈoʊn θˈɔːt, wˌaɪl ðə kɹˈɪkɪts tʃˈɜːpt ænd ðə fɹˈɑːɡz sˈæŋ. fɹʌmðə dˈɪstənt fˈɔːɹɪst kˈeɪm ðə mˈɔːɹnfəl hˈuːt əvən ˈaʊl. "ænd juː ɑːɹ ɡˌoʊɪŋ bˈæk?" ˈæskt maɪ fˈɑːðɚ, pɹˈɛzəntli.