text_original: One windy morning when the leaves were kiting over the valley we were getting ready for pounding hominy, when a figure appeared on the trail.
text_transcription: ONE WINDY MORNING WHEN THE LEAVES WERE KITING OVER THE VALLEY WE WERE GETTING READY FOR POUNDING HOMINY WHEN A FIGURE APPEARED ON THE TRAIL
phonemes: wˈʌn wˈɪndi mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wɛn ðə lˈiːvz wɜː kˈaɪɾɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə vˈæli wiː wɜː ɡˌɛɾɪŋ ɹˈɛdi fɔːɹ pˈaʊndɪŋ hˈɑːmɪni, wˌɛn ɐ fˈɪɡjɚɹ ɐpˈɪɹd ɔnðə tɹˈeɪl.