text_original: Rupert Littman had done his best for his only son. He himself was the best of men. He had come here in the early fifties  a lad of ten or twelve, with his father, a refugee of the revolution of 1848. They had found their way to Cincinnati and finally to a farm near Sabinsport. The land had thrived under the elder Littman's intelligent and friendly touch. He was a prosperous man when the opening of the coal vein under his farm made him rich.
text_transcription: RUPERT LYTMAN HAD DONE HIS BEST FOR HIS ONLY SON HE HIMSELF WAS THE BEST OF MEN HE HAD COME HERE IN THE EARLY FIFTIES A LAD OF TEN OR TWELVE WITH HIS FATHER A REFUGEE OF THE REVOLUTION OF EIGHTEEN FORTY EIGHT THEY HAD FOUND THEIR WAY TO CINCINNATI AND FINALLY TO A FARM NEAR SABINSBURG THE LAD HAD THRIVED UNDER THE ELDERLY LITMAN'S INTELLIGENT AND FRIENDLY TOUCH HE WAS A PROSPEROUS MAN WHEN THE OPENING OF THE COAL VEIN UNDER HIS FARM MADE HIM RICH
phonemes: ɹˈuːpɚt lˈɪtmən hæd dˈʌn hɪz bˈɛst fɔːɹ hɪz ˈoʊnli sˈʌn. hiː hɪmsˈɛlf wʌzðə bˈɛst ʌv mˈɛn. hiː hæd kˈʌm hˈɪɹ ɪnðɪ ˈɜːli fˈɪftiz ɐ lˈæd ʌv tˈɛn ɔːɹ twˈɛlv, wɪð hɪz fˈɑːðɚ, ɐ ɹˈɛfjuːdʒˌiː ʌvðə ɹˌɛvəlˈuːʃən ʌv wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi ˈeɪt. ðeɪ hæd fˈaʊnd ðɛɹ wˈeɪ tə sˌɪnsɪnˈæɾi ænd fˈaɪnəli tʊ ɐ fˈɑːɹm nˌɪɹ sˈæbɪnspˌɔːɹt. ðə lˈænd hæd θɹˈaɪvd ˌʌndɚ ðɪ ˈɛldɚ lˈɪtmənz ɪntˈɛlɪdʒənt ænd fɹˈɛndli tˈʌtʃ. hiː wʌzɐ pɹˈɑːspɚɹəs mˈæn wɛn ðɪ ˈoʊpənɪŋ ʌvðə kˈoʊl vˈeɪn ˌʌndɚ hɪz fˈɑːɹm mˌeɪd hˌɪm ɹˈɪtʃ.