text_original: At nightfall we came into a settlement called the Waxhaws. And there being no tavern there, and the mare being very jaded and the roads heavy, we cast about for a place to sleep. The sunlight slanting over the pine forest glistened on the pools in the wet fields. And it so chanced that splashing across these, swinging a milk pail over his head, shouting at the top of his voice, was a red headed lad of my own age.
text_transcription: AT NIGHTFALL WE CAME INTO A SETTLEMENT CALLED THE WAX HALLS AND THERE BEING NO TAVERN THERE AND THE MARE BEING VERY JADED AND THE ROADS HEAVY WE CAST ABOUT FOR PLACE TO SLEEP THE SUNLIGHT SLANTING OVER THE PINE FOREST GLISTENED ON THE POOLS IN THE WET FIELDS AND IT SO CHANCED THAT SPLASHING ACROSS THESE SWINGING A MILK PAIL OVER HIS HEAD SHOUTING AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE WAS A RED HEADED LAD OF MY OWN AGE
phonemes: æt nˈaɪtfɔːl wiː kˈeɪm ˌɪntʊ ɐ sˈɛɾəlmənt kˈɔːld ðə wˈækshɔːz. ænd ðɛɹ bˌiːɪŋ nˈoʊ tˈævɚn ðˈɛɹ, ænd ðə mˈɛɹ bˌiːɪŋ vˈɛɹi dʒˈeɪdᵻd ænd ðə ɹˈoʊdz hˈɛvi, wiː kˈæst ɐbˌaʊt fɚɹə plˈeɪs tə slˈiːp. ðə sˈʌnlaɪt slˈæntɪŋ ˌoʊvɚ ðə pˈaɪn fˈɔːɹɪst ɡlˈɪsənd ɔnðə pˈuːlz ɪnðə wˈɛt fˈiːldz. ænd ɪt sˌoʊ tʃˈænst ðæt splˈæʃɪŋ əkɹˌɑːs ðˈiːz, swˈɪŋɪŋ ɐ mˈɪlk pˈeɪl ˌoʊvɚ hɪz hˈɛd, ʃˈaʊɾɪŋ æt ðə tˈɑːp ʌv hɪz vˈɔɪs, wʌzɐ ɹˈɛd hˈɛdᵻd lˈæd ʌv maɪ ˈoʊn ˈeɪdʒ.